driving home from the church gig

I come upon the melting moon…

creme brule with a spoonful already eaten…

just for a moment – a pine tree silhouette carves

the moon’s surface and I realize

I’ve never actually seen this sight before,

though I’ve heard the lyric and sung it many times.

but tonight, our love comes home to me,

‘sweet and clear, like moonlight through the pines’

home, yes

almost home…

“Humming Georgia” by Holly Burke from her collection “Looking for Hymn”

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