Carry the sun
In the pocket sewed
With the stars left
By the moon’s
Glare reflecting from
The sun in your pocket
Paper Moments & Broken Lines
Carry the sun
In the pocket sewed
With the stars left
By the moon’s
Glare reflecting from
The sun in your pocket
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 
Your poetry is wonderful! Bravo
Thank you! You always have the kindest words.
curses!
A meandering comet has rent a hole
in the fabric of my spacetime continuum.
The sun has leaked from my pocket!
haha….awesome!