as a full moon
at night
dandelions growing in
my garden upright
the clouds sprinkling showers
a day with twenty-four hours

He's part of me
as wings on a butterfly
the golden sun filling the sky
apples swimming in ma's apple-pie
the tea leaves, camellia and mint
the steaming water in the kettle
a tint of amber pouring from the metal

He's part of me
this crusty scab covering my wound
the wound itself
settling dust on my bookshelf
the thorns on a rose
this juxtapose