Pohems
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Painting the Moon
I painted many moons,
trying to worry them
into perfect spheres
or slivers before I
realized the only way
to paint the moon is
quickly, just the way
it rises, and just the
way it always shines:
blood red in a black, twinkling night.
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