dot to dot
star-studded sky,
on the lawn
just she and i
and two crazed cats at play.

what was that?
a shooting star
speeding on,
like racing car
with somewhere else to be.

dot to dot,
the lines between,
imagination
draws the scene
upon the chalkboard sky.

the shopping cart,
the letter Q,
a buddha there
with attitude,
a teapot trailing steam.

dot to dot,
a childhood game,
that even grown-ups
can reclaim
on starry, starry nights.