In The Sky

mars rests slightly askew of the moon

a rusty dimple complimenting

her effulgent grin.

I lean back onto your knees

and as an airplane drifts silently among

stationary stars

I wish I could forgive myself.

driving home I pass beneath a yellow light

and press my wish

your happiness

to the ceiling.

however my hand slips through the open sunroof

and my wish is whisked away by the wind--

I am left wondering

and hoping.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

A little lighter in spirit and tone--though, I do not at all mean to imply humor.
A very fine example of quality modern poetry.
The reader, I am certain, will be charmed by this endearing piece.

[Suditi]

A beautifully penned piece.

[Daniel Atkinson]

The tone of this one is great. Brief but really good. Love the open ending.

[Skoo.]

I love your writing. So much. Have I mentioned that before?
"I wish I could forgive myself" kind of resonated as I read the rest of it, which was awesome.

Cool beans, Ben. Cool beans indeed.