SUMMER NIGHT

The moon etches itself
into the cobalt sky.
Orion rests on the margin
of too tall eucalyptus
that reach up to ensnare him.
Luna’s face floats
on the gently shifting pond
staring up at the moon
recognizing no one.
She wonders why the stars
move slowly as she
sits transfixed.
On the window sill
Shakyamuni Buddha
looks at me with
his gentle smile
and bids me goodnight.

 

 

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