Gifting
The other day you popcorn-popped
A skyfull of stars for me
And with each rounded stride
Placed spheres among them
On their courses.
You then held a comet
Gently as a fern
Between two fleshy fingers
Spouting dust beneath a bear.
Allowing me a taste of it
You chuckled to yourself
And held my eye as surely
As the rising moon.
