wiping off
and wiping off
the dark. . .
footsteps
in the cloud
foggy morning
searching for a ray of light
within the gray
I can't see
my fairy shoes
in the weeds
trapped by gravity
within the haze
blurry-eyed
a bee dusts
the pollen
loving
your crossed
fingers...
a bottle of mead
across the ocean
outstretched wings
the scan beep
of a boarding pass
Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji