from the corner of my eye
I catch glimpses of the moon
flirting through the window blinds
full and bright
a splash of white
sewn on black satin
no stars compete with her beauty
they wouldn’t dare
besides she demands unbroken
nightly I offer her
three fingers pressed to lips
palm outstretched


Happiness in Cupped Hands

If I could capture happiness
as a child catches
a lightning bug—
darting after pin-pricks of light
leading the way twinkling in twilight,
a soft summer symphony
suspended for a moment in a mason jar


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