Hiding Moon
It was a full moon morning
Albeit obscured by tapering
Clouds ink-spilled across the sky
Like a silhouetted witches broom
Like an ingenue hiding
Coyly behind her splayed fingers
Seemed like such a waste
All that dazzling deep yellow light
I wanted to see it
In all its rounded completeness
I wanted to have it all
In the hour before the sun rises
But once again I missed
What was trying to be seen
Look, how eerie the lovely sky
How spectral the wispy clouds
How generous the moon
10/10/22
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