How It Feels

Do you know how it feels when I watch you run across the field at night by the shadow of the crescent moon passing in front of the Pleides?

Do you know how it feels when I see you smiling in the dark even though I cannot see your face, since it is dark and you are far away?

Do you know how it feels after a warm day of sun and blue sky and blooming wild petunias and blackfoot daisies to breathe the fragrance of the Chinaberry as we walk home?

In the cool air of the dark night. In the grass. Under the trees. By the evening primrose barely pink at your feet. Beneath the starlit night. Watching you.

Do you know how it feels?

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Farther Up

I looked up, thru the spring green leaves of the Crepe Myrtle bush.
Farther up, past the pokey-lobed leaves of the Texas Oaks.
Farther up, above the low treetops to where three vultures flew.
Farther up, at a silent silver jet streaking straight across the sky.
Farther up, and I saw only blue.

And beyond that blue, there was no farther up to see.

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