Moon, Waning
How do you search for the moon🌙
how do you search for the moon
among night-stained trees?
Sirius, Orion, Ursa Major,
the minor key in circles,
the moon by smaller circles
obstructed, the telescope fails;
moon, waning
down in the cool night-time woods
some enjoy the trees, but you find them looming;
the weight of their obstruction traps color
among rasped leaves, twig-stung, darkened
path coming to an end in mossy rock.
how do you eat an orange?
peel back the skin,
slurp its juice,
lick your fingers free of stickiness.
this is why, the forgetting.
a distant tennis ball bounces farther still
from sight, a glint of heart fading faster
than the silver wisps of cirrus-cloud
that drift across your face from time
to time. empty of sweetness, craters
dry and hollow remain visible through even
midnight foliage, ink, and violet sky.
inviolate heaven-sent oranges at least
tinge the cool night breeze with sweet
blooming, skins whole, bodies full
and round with remembering.
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