Lips like sherbet. Sherbet kisses.
Inhales and exhales from Luna's lungs guide my lead on lined paper.
Roof sunset sessions remind us of how lucky we are to live
so close to the wavy blue. The sun sets too early, we know. Still, the blankets,
hot tea, and camera keep us in the appreciative mood.
Oranges like ice cream and pinks like nail polish, our sun is performing
only for us. We are the only ones watching the magic show.
Magic mountains so clear they seem much closer.
Malibu is a little cookie. I break off the piece that's jutting out and snack
on it while my Luna contemplates whether or not it is Tuesday.
Yoga tomorrow. My first. Release.