But Sometimes The Moon
peeks through
winter weather
to paint
silver streaks
between
my marks:
bright lines
meant to
remind me
how tracing
my own stars
will always
bring me home.
So when dawn
breaks and the
moon falls away
I will rub honey
on my heart
and draw shapes
on my skin
with a neon
yellow
highlighter
in lieu
of a pen
more
permanent.

MSR
12.29.2020