What Brought Joy

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He asked what brought me joy and here is what she said

Things that have wings and also tether me to the earth

Lying on the forest floor on a half-misty morning, a murmur of butterflies circling

Long-lasting red-red lipstick that doesn’t stain my teacup

Mistletoe

Whatever tickles my skin like a patient breeze

Feathery tops, a cuddly child as a hammock buddy, 

A cat lazily circling bare ankles

The quiet, elegant way night always becomes day

All things seafoam green because they carry the ocean’s melody
and imagined smiles of grandparents never met

Cooking something wonderful for a man who asked what brought me joy