full moon outside my window
now she enters!
burglar of dreams!
it is early morning
yet the night is old
before noise,she slips
Cinderella stories to pumpkins
blame tidal madness on her seasons
white and blameless prisoner she
there are no sounds in space
unless we make them
autumn-before anorexic winter
these trees demonstrate green!
i do not remember any moons
before this one now
made our moon a goddess
so we could land
mining the moon?
its just a question of depth
and distance
calendars count moons
i celebrate this one!
for three days-
as happy as jesus
why
do you take up the sky?
(in my mind)
look OUT!Look UP!
we all see one
memories of moons
flavor this white knight
there is a poet on the moon tonight
can you hear her?
when moon goes
you may as well
throw away the night
soon silence
will crack
dawn's egg
color of night
absence.
do not leave me moon!
(i know you must leave soon-
or is it i who desert you?
i talk to you
as if you were human
(you prefer to listen.
projecting upon you ,moon
what else can we do?
first car
steals the dark-
two white moons
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