There it is the new moon now
Settled in for a new cycle.
Craters shadowed in sunlight
Motionless, drifting,
Facing Earth like an eye
That never blinks but winks
Slowly half-shut, just a slit,
Then gone ...
Then wide open again
Like a light at the end of things;
Another full moon,
Another lover's dream.

12/23/1975

Posted on 11/29/2011
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