Speck of white
floating in this evening's tea
October moon
Rhyming
with every streetlight
June moon
December moon
Drifting into our window
Autumn leaves
A crescent cake
wanes in the urinal
August moon
Won't you
be my Valentine
February moon
Rippling softly
among the Bay reeds
May moon
The only fool
Holding a mirror to the sun
April moon
Blowing clouds
from bright cheeks
March moon
Frosting
the rear windshield
January moon
September Moon
Caught in the headlights
Oh Dear
Blind rage
she bans the July moon
from our bedroom
Moonless night
Tip-toeing down the hallway
cat's eyes
So many eyes
on a hanging chad
November moon
And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)
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