From “Moon Rising in Capricorn” a chapbook by Sharon Burton, SJB Creatives, copyright 2019, all rights reserved.
and a shy pretty smile
a bit chubby at 9
asking oh so many questions
pondering as she sits and
watches the sunrise early
on the back steps
as the sun eases it's way
across the yard...
other times laughting
with those pretty dimples
light shining, not knowing
her brightness like that
orange moon Badu sung about
repelled and hardened
him against his own flesh and blood
prefering only slim earnest and
easy pickings that validate the ego
cause he feels oh so misunderstood
between intoxiction and sweet sobriety
seeking the one instead who absorbs
only his words and his alone
quickly like a sponge so grounded deeply
turning off that other's light
justifying motive, existence and self-absorption
singular, never plural
as the undisputed gospel
illusions that hold and eclipses her light
tragically and feverently to this day.
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