1/
A midday moon says nothing of love:
Albedo ash, atmosphere none,
Heedless of sign or madness, amour.
Philly-to-Phoenix wide but thumb-
Covered, the pale, distressed denim,
Attic of landers, forgotten tools,
The poked eye predicted by Méliès,
Le Voyage dans La Lune, 1902.
2/
Dusk summons the idea of light:
A western crescent in ichor white,
Bleaching demon detail, place.
Or full and orange, helped by horizon
In the darkened east, an Old Man
Or Selene, the mind’s eye. Hey,
Diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle…
The illusion of huge. Let us pray.