Perfect Moon

There was a perfect moon tonight
full and white
rising above the city slates
I saw it through my
smeared glass
and loved, loved, the
brisk chilly wind
coming in my opened
window, fresh, bringing
breath from afar
out across the sea -

I sat alone in the hall
in the quiet
and asked why did you do
this to me.

Collected Works
Return to Collections all
next poem