Summer’s kisses past
are in my dresser—
caresses pressed
between pages
like petals.
A thousand moonlights
are in my closet,
and wished upon stars
s p r i n k l e
s p a r k l e s
in a box on the
shelf.
But summer nights,
and
moonlights,
and
stars—
like
night lilies,
like
fireworks,
are best
in their living,
bursting
moment
like you,
here & now,
owning
me
with more than just a
memory.
© 2014 Jennifer
Wagner