(for her) 


I lift

as the petal of a flower

giving in to the breezes

bowing to the pleasure of water drops

succumbing to honey bee

lifting to light

shivering as luminous object

rising out of the mud of shadows

grateful to the full moon over my simple garden.




                          (for him)


I dream like my easy shadow

stretching from effortless sunlight

playing across surfaces before me

drawn as the first thirsty man

opening mouth to water

reaching open palm as a cup

to hold what wonder I can drink.

                                                       – DG Dal Ponte


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