We ordered a blue-bubble moon sliced thin on rye then spent the day in the park beneath Easter egg clouds. You took my handwing in yours and said: “Watercolor twirl.” I felt like a good songwalk. That night we did a bouncespring together and I showed you one of my hearts; (I have two) one heart lets love in, and the other lets love out. You said: “Like cool,” which made my eyes wet with turtlejoy. Star bright, star light, wish we may, wish we might, ever linger in the night. Sleep was tasty as cinnamon pie. When the sun rose we were kissed awake by the only star left in the sky. Like cool.