the way the moon slanted her smile at me last time 


,


and we’re out there standing on the beach 
and my toes know sand is fairy dust, 
and I trust my heart to this evening breeze 
and she’s teasing me with this closed paren 
-thesis of gold and so i’ve gone 
and told the earth i love her once again. 

but see, 
she’s a tricky one 
(this earth, this moon). 
just when i think her murmur’d shine enough,
she disappears too soon. 

::

I’ve just come from a couple nights in Lake Tahoe with my Love. This is prompted by Poetic Asides.

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