Luna, Landing


We have made much of this wily moon,
her rebel comings and her goings,
her invisible tide sky-strings,
the quiet way she ducks
and dives and dis

Hold her
milky skin within
your own; set your beat
to the so-small feet of her bay
-ing. She sings your muchness
and your nothing. She leaves too soon.



It’s November, when we go most mad and moonly, and poem something every day. Wanna play? November PAD




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2 Responses to Luna, Landing

  1. Shawna says:

    Ooh! Yes, I do!
    Thanks for the reminder!

    I love this poem and have reallly missed you the past several days.

  2. Sherry Marr says:

    Wonderful. I especially love the tide-strings.

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