A Conversation with the Moon

19 Apr

Hung high in the sky May 14th
a sliver of silver, my crescent lamp--
dropped her at the airport
for an early flight, and tried to drive back
under it and listen, but it followed ahead 
always there, nothing said, but the arc
& the sky conversed a rosy lavender--
but simply to me, though welcome to all,
meditations for me to prepare for
the breakthrough of the more distinguished 
one - and luna said, 
it was coming

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Posted by on April 19, 2021 in Poetry


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