milky way

wiping off
and wiping off
the dark. . .
footsteps
in the cloud

foggy morning
searching for a ray of light
within the gray

I can't see
my fairy shoes
in the weeds
trapped by gravity
within the haze

blurry-eyed
a bee dusts
the pollen
 

loving
your crossed 
fingers...
a bottle of mead
across the ocean

outstretched wings
the scan beep
of a boarding pass

        Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji