Reflection

In Garland, the rain puddles reflect the streetlights.They glimmer a dark murky infinite gray.I look across from them and see a BraumsThe brightest light in the city But in San Francisco,The moon reflects on the ocean.I’d never seen anything like itThe shimmer of the moon aliveDancing towards the horizonJust beyond this, you can spot infinity.AndContinue reading “Reflection”