
Midday autumn sky—
as apparent as the sun,
yet brighter, the moon.

Midday autumn sky—
as apparent as the sun,
yet brighter, the moon.
Climb every mountain—
the world becomes your oyster,
and life, a postcard.

As humans, the gums,
hundreds of varieties,
unsafe when triggered.

As a drop of oil,
unsettled, setting summer
refuses to fuse.

Peering through darkness,
vying for attention, moon—
over mobile screens.