The early night’s superlunary wind-tune comes to life.
With one jump and landing, twinkling soles glaring,
Ready getting to start my mind-flight into the starry sky
Of fading amber, goodbye-caramel, its horizon
A swaying treeline. Sky starry, comets imitating
The carved shaped out of which a two second twinkle sequence
Winks at the base of each shoe. My pink sneakers, one, two
Simultaneous stomps that travel me home.
Twinkling soles, twinkling stars, twinkling view,
Life is but the glossy dream reflected by this communal pool.