twelve cherry plum trees sprouted from the mother roots my mouth salivates

pink tutu black tights ballerina wants to fly throws a mean side eye    

this is our safe place take a rest, a bite, a pee welcome teacher’s lounge

Mimosa blossoms shine like orbs of tiny suns raining pink feathers

he cannot focus yet he stares out the window maple leaves dancing

backpacks stuffed into lockers — patiently waiting to be overturned  

Colorful fliers greet them upon entry. Promises of utdoor games, slip ‘n slide, snow cones, a semi-scary movie, and prizes for best costumes. Sister Sledge on the intercom. We are family. I’ve got all my sisters with me. We bebop to the music. She balances…

Cruelty you laugh when I cry cruelty my pain, your pleasure     (A lune is also known as American Haiku and follows the three line format with a syllable count of 5/3/5.)