MOONSTRUCK NO MORE
You could drown in a sky like this.
It's an upside-down ocean. The stars
are the reflections of some other source,
something dreamed: light shattered and
spread. The moon endures, but it's old
and powerless now. Look - it's caught up
in winter branches; last leaves spared
by a cleansing wind efface it. And the
new tide sucks it into a coin of glass,
elliptical, cloudy, like clear recollection
fading. I walk home across black grass,
trailing my breath. In the dark November
small hours, dawn is only a rumour.
Certain of its truth, I wander east towards
tomorrow, chartless and compass-free.
pic from: http://www.danheller.com/sonoma-nite.html
10:09:12 PM 
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