a draft
the ripe glow between the rooftops
is a wedge of strawberry pie.
always hungry, i throw on a sweater
and pad toward this mid-evening delicacy.
i step straddling over a wire fence,
scramble up the backyard hill,
ready to feast; oh! it was a mirage,
not a sliver of thing to be gobbled up,
but a long roll of wool
carded clean and dyed rose, a gift from
the island sheep who now bleat their bored complaint.
my mouth is dry.
thankfully,
over my shoulder the moon is peach ripe for plucking;
i press it to my lips, then reconsider;
o my daughters,
sitting at our dinner table beyond this earth’s curve,
i will blow it like a kiss
toward you.
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I’m sure they felt the brush of your kiss that evening
This is yummy! Nice, nice.
wow.
In the words of a mutual friend/mentor/prof…wowowowow. I saw the skies and tasted and saw that all is good.