cutting lemons

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates

a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring

heavy pebbles, paper wasp, upstream the river invites

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates

a scarlet robin resting among the empty milk-crates

lemon residue reminds me of my paper-cut thumb, softly sting

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates

a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring