nine months
she turned to me, "Mom, they're ruined!"
the same child that asks,
"Why do you always change everything?"
after nine months in the woods,
the strings of pears have changed
yet hang on
protected by a beeswax coating.
not quite sure what I "expected"
or maybe this was an exercise in
not having expectations
or plans
or following the dotted lines.

nine months on the curved pine