ruthless and the moon

14 Mar

i expected snow to be a little more pissed off
after dismounting from the sky
so deliberately, so gracefully
and with such will and compassion,
covering each and every hectare of mother earth,
to preserve its eventual spring.

the sun forgets,
raising its heat so suddenly
aiming its accusatory rays
and then
just like that,
gassing an entire history away.

thank goodness for the moon
with all its
moods, phases, and cycles
with all its
howls, graveyard shifts, and pock marks.
the moon tip toes and whispers.

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