185: moved by this strange life

six years old for a moment eyes peeled back by the moon shine smiling through my window that strawberry blossom hung by a string dangling at the end of God’s fingertips teasing tickling my eyelids i’m keeping my feet from the ground for one more minute...

184: when you just have things to say

say them to the moon the sun will do as well in a pinch if it’s not the weight of summer deep southern august when he is not respecting personal space say them to the blooms fading the buds curling the tops of the garlic scapes nodding in the breeze speak aloud...

183: ah the moon

did you see it?!4:09am full-skirted billowingchiffon-hazetucked into the arms of the elm in the cemeterydipping backa choreographed tangoas sun approachestapping its shoulder asking for this dance

182: I will do my chores

provincial sweep the dust from the tabletop the footprints from the tiles shake the covers pull them taut against the frame turn on lights at that hour before dawn turn them off as then, the sun does its work pause before the potted plants determine them sated enough...