A CASUALTY OF LUNAR LOVE

When the digital clock

by the side of the bed

“struck” 6:00, I rose

to sit on the edge of the bed —

and  rose some more

and opened the blinds.

 

There was the full moon

setting.

 

I expected it to be there

and it was —

just a round, bright disc

about to fall

into the tops of trees.

 

I always feel

that the moon is interested in me.

 

I am a casualty of lunar love

and though I know

there is no reciprocity

I’m always prone to think there is

when I am alone with the moon.

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