the breeze is trembling the trees again,
the moon chasing herself across the sky.
i’ve got a million wishes and not enough
stars – can you hold my most recent sigh?
give yourself a pat on the back, a crazy
hat, an unleashed morning. give me
enough, a cup to fill, a silent will
and a more simple way to live. me
and you have almost made it.
want my heart? i’ll gladly trade it.
some semblance of sonnet, prompted by quickly in november, day 14.