“This Little Light
of Mine”
“You are
My Sunshine”
and “Blue Moon”
in the afternoons
and she joins me
with her
aaahhhhs
as if
she knew
the words
or any,
as if
she were here
now, her soul purpose,
to be singing
about her
candle heart
shining
or her
smile or
my smile
or the blue moon
every so often
no longer alone
in the sky
hearing our prayers
for
love
love
and
more love
as it seems to
be turning
to gold
behind the cloud
of her tongue
just big enough
to stick
out
at me
and wriggle.