Dear Moon,
You Cheshire smile, you silver sliver. How many tides have
you pulled? You flash-lit nostril. How many slightly different weights have you
finagled? Your presence makes shadows on the beaches romantic, eerie. The
menses moons of my child-bearing years. I have one thing I need to tell you, so
listen. You can not pull me away into fear anymore you giant casaba melon. I
know you are my moon and you love me. Quit hiding behind those clouds. What
size were you when Kennedy died? Where were you in the sky when Bernie plagued
us with his pyramid? Fleetwood Mac is telling you “Lightning strikes, maybe once,
maybe twice… Oh… and it lights up the night…” Maybe brighter than you, moon. Wax,
wane, all the same; moon of my tomorrows.
Hi, I posted this on the BAP blog because I love it. Hope that's OK. If not, let me know.
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Jennifer L. Knox
http://blog.bestamericanpoetry.com/the_best_american_poetry/2012/04/napowrimo-poems-day-22.html
I love 'you flash lit nostril'.
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