Like Perfection

Dragged the garbage bag
Down the stairs around
Ten, happened to look
Up
Near full moon, north star,
A temperature so perfect
There’s not an adjective
For
That feeling, bare feet on
The patio, grounded and
Dreaming into the night’s
Eyes

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