Wednesday, May 20, 2009

perfect orange mouth

"Spruce Street, Berkeley"
by Naomi Shihab Nye from Yellow Glove.

If a street is named for a tree,
it is right that flowers
bloom purple and feel like cats,
that people are leaves drifting
downhill in morning fog.

Everyone came outside to see
the moon setting like a perfect
orange mouth tipped up to heaven.

Now the cars sleep against curbs.
If I write a letter,
how will I make it long enough?

There is a place to stand
where you can see so many lights
you forget you are one of them.

1 comment:

angie heintz said...

this is beautiful!