today is already
tomorrow’s, moon.
but the rest
belong
to you.
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Posted in hello, moon
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Posted in hello, moon
Outside the office,
freshly-planted hostas are not rushing. Not reading
an email
Sent from my iPhone.
White tongues on green leaves reach out
to taste the air.
Is it Fall?
Traffic
I saw you
walking home late
afternoon. Maybe
after dinner
at
your mother’s.
Looking right.
Then left. Before
crossing to close the last
block.
I wonder, if she served
mashed potatoes.
Your mother.
If she knew
the wind
was not the first, today
to sift your curls.
Kiss
your cheek.
