Note: It’s Thanksgiving weekend, which means a long weekend for me (because American employers). In theory, this means more time for reading, writing, and resting. In practice, it means scrambling to squeeze in as many chores I’ve put off as possible—including taking kitties to the vet (halfway done), doing Christmas shopping (not even started yet), and figuring out which books in our condo library should be sold (I’m putting this off on purpose).

And believe me, it’s hard to get out of bed when your youngest kitten keeps using your hand as a chew toy.

I almost didn’t write a poem this week, except I knew I’d hate myself if I didn’t at least try.

So here we are. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Won’t you remember

you

and me

the monumental mango

trees we

mapped against the blue

traced against the green?