here’s to your

heart 
and the way it stops
and starts for a star
-stung sky or a swollen 
moon. 

here’s to your palms 
and their outstretched 
calm as they accept 
sun and rain as 
grace. 

here’s to your face 
as it warms to sky 
as it traces cloud 
stories wandering 
by. 

here’s to your toes 
in the muddy throes 
of delicious squish 
and puddled 
glee. 

here’s to the way 
your soul greets the day 
with ears to listen,
eyes to 
see. 

::

In November we poem.

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