A half moon
Looks up
In delight at the sky
Whispers words
Looking out
Over an August sea
The rain falls
It runs in rivers
Cords flow over asphalt
She laughs in delight
Small face
Against the glass
Second summer
Near the ground
Beautiful sounds
Only she can hear
Beams like iron
Bake the tar
Sheets of steam to the sky
Sleepy child
Carried off
In daddy’s arms she lies
My Gifted Life 