Wicker basket
Herbs we planted
Something smaller
Open-handed
Third-grade prayer
Teenage sonnet
Something simple
Something honest
My heart could always tell
I'd love you, my Isabel
Hear the Holocene
I want you to marry me
Think it, ask it
Well worn jacket
Glass of water
Sugar packet
Orange slices
Sweet reprises
Dylan playing
Moon changed sizes
My heart could always tell
I'd love you, my Isabel
Hear the Holocene
I want you to marry me