House of Heart

From the window

as quiet as as a river I can watch

the moon shiver in the breeze

through the fronds of palms

Hibiscus wave like children

their mouths move silently

hands of garland reach out to

one another

I am grateful for the sweet

drape of your eyes that like

fluttering wings of birds lift

the shawl of darkness

Prismatic butterflies

breach their chrysalis

vanish in the arching sky

These are the riches

golden sunlight passing through us.

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