today the sky is
a flag that helps everyone
you asked me to rub
my hand through your hair
natural and relaxing not relaxed
and i am a prayer bead
in a dream about cocoons
inside the prayer bead
is every room we will
ever visit and
the floors
activate only for us
opening lights and a place
to dance out loud or in quiet
celebration your shoes
need no excuse
or barefoot in the sand
like the southernmost tip
of mexico and all the pins
we put in the world-map
one of us hung up
on the wall of our first place
the second story i ever wrote began
when girls were petals and
i was an ignorant boy
now reality is a floor
and the lights
are all the space needed
for a slow-dance
see the night blooming
moon-flowers writing
to us from
the southernmost
tip of the moon
every time we see each other
is the first time again
because they like the view
About the Author: Paul Koniecki lives and writes in Dallas, Texas. He was once chosen for the John Ashbery Home School Residency. He is the Associate Editor of Thimble Literary Journal.
Image Credit: Chase Dimock “Sunset” (2020)
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