Sunday, April 24, 2022


 Unexpected Moon

It’s March and I didn't expect

An early morning full moon

Hanging there fat and low

Just above the road 

A swirl of salmon coral

In the near expired night

An unripe peach or one

Of Jupiter’s smaller satellites

It’s easy to forget our moon

Never turns its back,

Steadfast though darkened by day 

The selfless sentry watching over us

Like a forgotten Prometheus 

Eternally pecked by scavengers

The overwhelmed parent

Who musters a smile

When her child

Does something banal

Its sad pocked face weeping mascara,

Reflecting whatever light it sees

Streaming over our shoulders

Showing us all the light we missed,

Sponging up whatever's left

Even catching a hint

Of what tomorrow brings


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