My sister Ellen likes to tell me I am a good plain cook. Rather than be offended by this, I take a pride in getting the basics right. It doesn't matter how fancy you are if it doesn't taste ... [+]
and to set fire to vines,
to pluck petals off without
counting to love me
or love me not.
It's okay to let fruit spoil
without giving it a chance
to taste sweet.
It's okay to have weeds and bees
and birdbaths full of June bugs,
to plant watermelon seeds
that will never grow.
It's okay to cut the heads off roses
and to water the bush that will never bloom.
It's okay to dance
in a garden of goodbyes
to let go,
to make room.