Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Full Moon

you wake into life again
for the freak shape-shifts to a full circle
poking fun at rising chests
since as a night predator
it dwells in dark sentiment
tinged with longing

and urges your wet wounded eyes
doomed to dust
to wait their turn
leaning over the edge
like the halo of mist
around its fullness


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Prompt: a phase of the moon