Driving on the kind of night
where you think you see
a harvest moon
sitting on the horizon
reigning orange immense
needing
to stay within its gaze.
But as you draw closer
you laugh in the irony.
It is nothing
more
than an illuminated
Shell Gas Station sign,
and you vow
to get your eyes
rechecked.
2 comments:
oh dear, that is a sad one.
you know what is equally sad?
the other night we DID have a harvest moon that was positively beautiful. so beautiful it made you believe that it was the end of August or the beginning of September- a real live harvest moon- not just a wintery imposter.
but alas.
(sigh) I miss you.
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