G A R Y   P E R C E S E P E

 

the moon

is dead tonight

 

it stares

blankly from

 

its one good eye

not a breath

 

of wind ruffles its

silent surface

 

suspended

over my startled

 

power lines

like a silver

 

 

ship entering

harbor

 

pilgrim moon

are you as

 

lonely as me?

pour your buckets

 

of silence up and

down the long

 

avenue of trees

shelter stars

 

in your light

 

 

 

 

 

 


photo credit: Supermoon 2014 https://pamperingcampers

 

 

 

 

 


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