Blue moon

The full blown moon,
the super blue blood moon,
bloated, large and scarred,
sits glowing near the horizon
and stares down obliquely,
at the early evening dull
affairs conducted covertly
under the secret shade of night.

I stare back and wonder
at the moon, so near and far,
friend to the earth and dancing partner
who tugs and pulls at her watery skirt
and then moves away to hide himself
and be a figure aloof till the goings
become comings again in this
playful flirting of earth with moon.

 

1/2/2018

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