Pink Moon (a song)

small wound #55

First Act: pink.music

his voice

Second Act: pink.poetry

her voice

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Pink Moon

In a bakery
I met a woman
with magenta lips

She sees
the books
in my bag—
her husband
has a bookstore

Days later,
in that bookstore,
I met a girl
who smelled
like cotton candy

She saw my shirt,
said
her brother
was a musician

A few weeks passed,
a friend
took me
to a concert

By evening,
his song
found its way
through me

Intoxicating
like rain,
gentle
like love
watered down

After the show
I look,
I wait,
I find him

I whisper

We walk
under cherry blossoms

I say
I’m a writer—
his sister
loves books

Who are you?
What is your name?

Did you notice
the way I looked at you?

Did you notice
your voice
has taken me hostage?

Serendipity,
under a pink moon

The shadow
of something
that only happens
when I’m awake
and dreaming

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