Saturday, January 22, 2011

Harvest Moon

The irony of a harvest moon
is that it rises larger than life
and when it crests 11:00
looks no different
than an ordinary night

But there is an unreal mystery
as it arches
something pulling
powerful
intangible
and new

and he listens
to the patterned
freeway echos
driving somewhere
new

and the moon rotates
and he contemplates

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