Poet Tree
Friday, June 25, 2021
Moon Over the Sea of Cortez
We know what to do with an orange moon
Rising like a crystal ball
Above a nest of cloud ...
But then it vanishes upward.
Palms shiver with a life
That overtakes the forms of night.
In the atrium the 20 fans
Continue circling as before.
There's no one on the floor.
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