Monday, May 18, 2009



She feels it in the park

when breezes single out her skirt.

She sees it when the sunshine

stays on her shoulders.

There’s a sure sign of it

in the way the evening

veils her sadness

and shows instead

the peace of the stars.

At night, if she makes a trip

to the bathroom,

she knows the nightlight’s glow

is given only to her. 

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