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
presently