coveting the moon


we’re not sure how
she got there, or where
she’s going next, but
we both want her
and want to be her,

so full
and free,
ballooning for that
pinprick ceiling shadow show.

so bright
as though
she might have swallowed stars.




In April, we poem, most frequently at Poetic Asides.


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