February 7*

moon

sure i know
it’s cold, hard
mathematically scarred
white dust

but in this pre-morning
quivering and quavering
out of round
wobbling through cloud-skins

it stirs the unconscious
of creatures awake,
alive

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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Super Moonset over Lummi Island copyright Paul K Anderson 2011