seventy candles flicker in a room full
the sweet union of voices
sixty-nine times before that day
the man walked the moon when I was ten
I had heard stories and so I dropped
the mentos
as my son speared it into the sky
giggles erupted and hearts soared
As our chins tilted toward the sun
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
seventy candles flicker in a room full
the sweet union of voices
sixty-nine times before that day
the man walked the moon when I was ten
I had heard stories and so I dropped
the mentos
as my son speared it into the sky
giggles erupted and hearts soared
As our chins tilted toward the sun
