A much better surprise has come from this wind.
Though, no one slept well (my husband took to the couch like a nest).
I dressed the child in purple and called my job finished.
At least she didn’t weep. She was mysteriously alert.
I met an oboe player today and she described a hopeful new place
where flora and fauna return, along with cherry pie.
We played show and tell with new music. Her about her breakup,
me about the happy apple.