Eclipse of the Moon
       

       Through the lamp lit window of this house come alive
       In the wet curious curve of a brown canine eye
       Through a give and take veil of a dark mackerel sky
       Beneath the streetlight swirl of a thousand fire flies
       In the paired headlamp passage on a road nearby
       By the glimmering bower, dogwood and pine
       Above the thickets of meadow, insect delight
       In the wet pond ripple, and scrim tree line
       Across a chorus of frogs crying to the night
       With Orion at my back, killing time arrives.



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