| full moon rising - let's share this cloudy jug
of fresh-pressed juice
 tunes from Puccini to warm the cool night air
the smoothness of a column in Carrara marble
she signs with a flourish with her silver pen
a tanka concealed beneath the maid's silken kimono
oh yes the heat your hands cup my desire
!! gunshots from the grassy knoll... where were you in '63?
like bible days the sun still standing still
an early thaw but snowbones lie stubborn on the mine
I'd wish the pegasus to fly me away
things fall apart the centre cannot hold mere anarchy
favouring the child with a birthmarked cheek
unknown sadnesses and joys in the spring of mother's life
the stream tugs its ribbon of fallen blossom
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