rising too early
even before the rooster
swallows all the stars
Advertisements
Sing
long before daybreak
hoping that the great horned owl
will sing to the stars
Shoes
The girl with blue shoes
leaves them outside the back door
to play with the stars.
Swish
night of the new moon
the swish of a scythe slicing
through fields of ripe stars
Crowd
swirling Milky Way—
somewhere in this crowd of stars
one I know by name
Wall
Through his bedroom wall
Van Gogh hears ten thousand stars
calling him by name.
Kissing
the tip of her tongue
caressing mine at midnight
lost among the stars
