Open My Eyes
Small poems
I saw an owl this morning.
The dog saw it first as it flew from bushes
to the top of a house.
Stunned,
all that I could say was“Good Morning.”
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The full moon
hidden behind puffs of clouds
but, Oh, the way it lights the edges
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a dragonfly floats in yesterdays’ dishwater.
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Orange — the moonrise
Golden — the sunrise
I am wealthy.
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Dana Sanford
2020
