FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

the sands we take from
the shore

now in our palms

the eggs we collect from
a nest
we put them back to
their mother feathers

the kites we hide the
bitterness of a seed

the words we keep in
our hearts
the sighs in our teeth

we open our hands
our mouths
our way of cutting strings

oh, we all let them go

now we are watching
what flies away
what is not ours
we just let them go....