the sky unzipped its
blue dress and offered it to me—
hope it’s not too small
*
winter is easier
when your words melt like snow
on my tongue
*
I asked the world to
open me—I did not count
on infinite rooms
*
it was not the dark
that changed but my eyes that learned
to adjust
*
praying to God, I
said, I said please, I said too
too much to listen
That opening haiku, talk about understatement — that the sky might be too small! Blue dress and that pic, lovely.
My favorite is #3, the infinite rooms, though something about the wording sounds like a hinge is squeaking. I think it’s the phrase “count on” — that preposition. What about a simple “expect”?
And that clutter of “said” at the end, very nice too.
Your blue melted into the infinite airs of so much left unsaid and so much more to listen to.
Thank you for another beauty.