nothing. this is to say, i saw the moon at five, a bright star in the east that i don't have a name for, felt the dew on my skin and watched the sky change. this is just to say that though my mother may have said
i wish you would write happy poems, and at the time it was inconceivable that i could, it is possible that the world may have realigned while i was looking.
It does, sometimes! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteDelightful. And happy.
ReplyDeleteI love the gleefully apologetic tone of the Williams poem, and the feeling evoked by your poem is kin (if not akin) to that...
ReplyDeletethank you thank you!
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