In this vale of tears we must take what we’re sent
Feathery, leathery, lovely, or bent.

From Pish, Posh, Said Hieronymus Bosch I wipe the mold—
a book to read to my grandkids when I am old.

What made up Vivian Maier’s secret life?
200 boxes of photos show no sign of her strife.

Which part was closer to her heart—
discovering her subjects or surveying her art?

We plan our days and reduce them to lists
while deciding what long term care plan is best.

We pass a simple marker on the Overlook Trail—
a modest plaque for a cat on a humble scale.

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear,
does it disappear, with no one to hold it dear?

Let’s bring sorting and tagging to an end
and instead go out and have fun with a friend.