a wooden bowl
forgotten on the patio
and filled
with rainwater
reflects a crescent
moon peeking
between the limbs
of sleepy pines.
she leans in close
to drink,
her pockmarked
face through the screen
radiant, serene
and just out of reach.
with a slight nod
and a wink
she acknowledges
my reverence
before slipping away
from me.
