Tuesday, October 11, 2022


 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


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