The Earth, Moon, and Star by Jeff Baxter
You Can’t Know Who I Am
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
You can’t know who i am, when your few steps on the moon winded you
in that foreign place, deep in space you wondered where i was
but i was always there
watching you from a distance because you’re dangerous
not only to me, but to your own kind
just look at what you’ve
done
and yes, it’s not all black and white
it’s always been about the in
between shades
and subtle shimmers
placed just so
so the rest of them
know
that there’s
hope
Her Two Cents
In this world seemingly full of chaos and pain, where can the subtle shimmers of hope be found? Here’s where you can start: turn off the television and listen to the birds, stop looking at your iPhone and look at the faces and places around you, step away from the designer perfume and smell the roses, take the dog for a walk and scratch the cat’s head. It’s amazing how much color you can find when you look for it.
