I suggest that people walk around under the moon barefoot, as I have today. There’s that voice of your mom and dad and aunt and big sister and uncle and annoying cousin in your ear...

Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand billion galaxiesand just small enough to fitinto my embrace.