Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Moon Shell

Bowl balancing disappearing
his enthusiasm for all things
contagious deliriously catching
I caught it held on for dear life
at home paintings of the shore
purple rocks washed symbols
trees haphazard little wind much rain
cat black as a bear eyes cane colored
I'd like to go see the ponds where he
painted waiting for movement


  1. This is gorgeous. A lot of moon poems around tonight. This is one of the best.

  2. This is dear of you to say--thanks--I continue to be inspired before I know I am being inspired. This, I double check and cannot believe my eyes, much like gazing at the moon.