Wrinkled Moon

Two crescent moons
rising, setting
bracket our lives
between then and now

Yesterday moon
rustled into
departed spring
as if it never was

We call today’s: 
come back,
look can’t you see
don’t you
recognize us?

But you, crescent moon
sail away 
between the clouds
your secret smile
not fooled at all
 

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© Johnmichael Simon

2007

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