like magic

I often wonder

if anyone else

has wished

if they could hold

the moon close

then blow it away

with a kiss

*

ouroboros

the wind has stopped the rain has stopped and even

time herself has stopped but I cannot stop

reliving my sins

*

dedication

to the darkness

who unsheathed her sword

perhaps hundreds
or thousands of times

only to miss me

again

and 

again

and

again

*

priorities

no matter

what happens in this life

I can rest assured

that the squirrels

outside my window

will continue to bounce

to and fro

completely blissful with

a mouthful of nuts

*Published in Cantos: A Literary and Arts Journal, 2020