seize the sky
all the moonstone moments were forgotten
among all the thousand sacrifices she’d made
happiness was washed up on stony beaches
like treasure maps with clues that are hidden
among all the thousand sacrifices she’d made
court documents signed and copied
like treasure maps with clues that are hidden
in the nearly forgotten shadows of words
court documents signed and copied
holding onto promises once made
in the nearly forgotten shadows of words
tattered by way too many years
holding onto promises once made
when they’d looked at a full moon
tattered by way too many years
yet all she needed had been the sky
when they’d looked at a full moon
happiness was washed up on stony beaches
yet all she needed had been the sky
all the moonstone moments were forgotten
I-15
it was another moonrise
over ragged hills and sand
where the Mojave day ends
and the desert springs
to life in the darkness
still warm from the sun
white yucca flowers open
to the white yucca moths
flying through the moonlight
that spills across
the unseen landscape
catching on the brown shapes
that dart and slither and hop
across desert varnish
blacker than the night itself
with all the myriad stars
that shine down coldly
into eyes too busy living
in the shadows
of an unseen wilderness
just beyond
the freeway lights
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