moon through Ryder clouds
charred centers bright rims
black treeline morning silhouette
moon howls:
look
…….. wait
…………………. see
………………………………. get
but the silhouette’s not impossibly dense,
not as difficult to penetrate as knotted past:
love
………. hurt
………………………. be
…………………………… regret
a frame (which I built):
column left, a lintel, sloped roof above,
house wall opposite, concrete floor beneath
foursquare
moon, having thrown its cover off,
sits upon the bed-edge of a treeline
improbable
but here on this patio
proof,
…………… yet . . .
Jim Culleny
9/19/17
Blink 