When We Met Pluto (a nonet poem)


I carry a photo of Pluto
tucked away inside my pocket
corners creased, colors fading
it reminds me of you
on the day we met
her, hand in hand
gazing at
the night

a 9-line poem that has 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third line, and continues to count down to 1 syllable in the final (9th) line.


Along the Galaxy’s Edge


My toes rooted
in the earth
my head so high
in the night sky
moonlight scatters
diamonds in my hair

your voice whispers
at my shoulder,
your breath against
my ear, we two are
voyeurs, as Venus
and Jupiter dance

This magic does not
scare you; you don’t
shrug or roll your eyes
gazing with me into
eternities — we are ageless

children of the universe
your words are sweet
as summer ice cream
you make me believe this
walk along the galaxy’ edge
is a highlight of your day