How many times can you blink before the moon rises?

I cut my hair to forget about you

The smell reminded me of our Sunday Mornings

                                Trying to let go, like trying to drive straight.

The moon light comes in; I open the door to dance.

Where the light bugs sing and the moon hands out smiles,

My heart belongs inside of this child. Home is here, here is there.

The soul of a grown woman hides behind young eyes.