waxing and waning
gibbous full new
the moon
babies crown
the way to enter
life
expires
breath and soul
and a star in the crown
how lovely is our
language
as it speaks of us
whisper that
you love us
do
twinkle if
you love us
dew
jjl
3/23/2007
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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