moon poem

moon

 

We decided the dog will travel back and forth with the kids.

Shark-toothed weeds edged the moon pool,

and your brow creased as though dreaming.

There’s no point talking, you said,

if we’re going to get emotional.

 

Last night she lay across the threshold

of my bedroom as lunacy struck and shed

its merciless light.

 

My plan is to stick to routines. I choose

the wagging tail for my journey between the towers,

the lolling tongue.

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