Moonjest
The thin, curved sliver of a wide-spread moon
red-tinged like new blood in muddy water
swoops swiftly, crazily tilted
aiming to implant its scythe-like form
into Jersey's distant shore
I am mesmerized
caught in awe and wonderment
at how effectively it distracts me
from the raging of head and gut
battles of romantic inconsequence
A mystical jester
it plays a casual, taunting game
cosmic hide and seek
slithering here, then there--now gone
among fast-moving, wind-splayed clouds
Becoming somewhat bored
in waiting anticipation for it to reappear
I sigh a deep breath of regret
and go tripping off into the nether regions
of if only and maybe
yearning I imagine holding close in sweaty embrace
one . . . or the other . . . or perhaps then
again maybe that one
Lonely, alas, I am alone
as heavily I close my eyes
making histrionic poses
of unrequited loves
Looking up once more
just in time I catch it
winking me a final smirk
of pure impermanence
as with a sudden sharp swiftness
it descends and disappears
into distant hillscape
Summer, 1974
New York, NY
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