Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Time I Woke Charlotte in The Middle of the Night to Look at the Moon

The moon filled the sky abundantly.

From its alarming largeness,
the trees shied away like spiders.

But the fish in our small pond
were mesmerized.

For a long time,
we stood there in the garden;

our breath slowing
as the stars faded.

While all around us,
the day washed in

on the moon’s languid tide.




R.

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