Saturday, August 1, 2020

Gifting

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.

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