Dandelion Moon

A shadow passes & we call it a star.

Look!

The avenue is ripening with light!

Sometimes the hand that touches you

reaching from who-knows-where

is the soft hand of an indoors person.

Very soon this moon

will become a balloon

of innocent dandelion seed

turning easily

from one vision into another

each pathos more touching

than the last.

Look!

Our alley is alive!

Wherever we perceive beauty

compassion is nearby

with no story at all to tell.