Lost my Trophy - Aug. 14, 2021

Many are happy

to tell you how much they know

Few will polish and publicly display

their idiot trophies

I enjoy issues no language can solve

in my journey of unanswered questions

and must remain satisfied with unexpected

blessings and evenings when my heart is

in the moon’s pocket, ignorant of her

wishes but always ready

to hear about

her grand

starlit

weavings

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