the moon before.


the thinner spectre of the two,

serene and pale and half in shadow,

from the creases of the curtain,

floats a plaintive lullaby

into the swollen greenwich evening.

her song for sleepless children.


‘a painted fort for poorly cowboys,

a teepee for the squaw and chieftain.

a mountain range of wooden blocks

to ride, with reins between their teeth

and hooves that echo in the canyon.’


but, in the ether strewn with crayoned

cut-out stars and pockmarked moon

(before the landing) –

a blinking eye was at the keyhole.

in anticipation, i suppose.

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