TO OZ / BE TRU

These were the back-to-back vanity plates I passed yesterday. And as I cleanse my kitchen, purging the fridge of its tupperpiles, I'm reminded: Hope creates obligation, yet I partake. Leveraging opportunity. Creating space. My living room, whole. Grateful for neighbors who tend the communal spaces joyfully.

The winter grass grows in every crevice, an emerald explosion.
The last wishbone I played shattered across the room
like none I had ever seen.
(no) I would not wish for a dishwasher !