Shira Dentz
Riding the Polished Lenses
Send shards from places
light never reaches,
where stars aren’t a thing.
Find the key to unlock squares
where glasses clink.
Don’t abandon belief,
the lava of the heart.
Today sky’s a game
between storm and light.
Bead rain in strands
that won’t circle,
be a bud of light
on a tree with star-
shaped leaves, to start