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April 12, 2012
Looney ~  Part I


The moon is nailed there,

like a silver dollar

to the cloth of pearly dark sky,

nearly lost in cloud whispers, trees, and

planetary paraphernalia.

 

Butt-parked in a gravel lot

behind the dive shop at night,

I am here because

this is the place I have taken

myself this particular night.

 

The roofline of the shop angles

hard against the sky,

followed closely by other

lumpy night shadows.

I can see the pitch of the shingle edges,

lapped one over the other.

I hear the lake slopping against the bank.

Insects bucking up to sing,

to shine,

in pre-spawning kiss.