dirt on the welcome mat

Tag Archives: star

sticky night air
dream walks
drizzle doughnut glaze
over child thoughts
until the moon’s
hard honeycomb glow
hits glass jar sides
like fireflies
and escape seems
to drip soft from
the sweetest star

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I’ve made a wish in Spanish,
On a star,
With birthday candle breath.
I thought a lot in yoga,
in the shower,
climbing steps.
Now I’m sending my sandcastles
out to sea in purple pails.
I hope
the fishermen
will add
my daydreams
to their tales.