constellation

I, too have seen the rainbows in oil slicks.

you were the trellis the stars climbed
when you dreamed of me as
the sweet face of the moon

This is absolutely lovely. There is longing within your words.

always, Cat

Hi CC, I went shopping and was thinking about your poem. Some small tweaks I'd make, but
the largest one is omitting the last line and the word as.

you were the trellis the stars climbed
when you dreamed of me,
sweetly.

and then I'd call your poem *Moonface*

Yes. It's amazing what you have forgotten until someone reminds you, i remember seeing rainbows in gasoline puddles.

...And returning to the poem today, CC, (though I don't get the Aussie side joke) all is wonderful as is, sometimes I think wayyyyyyyyy too much; it's not good for my word constipation, oops I mean constitution. (Just kidding, plumbing's working fine.)

~A