Moon Markings

The moon is an old mirror
Making me dim and hazed
In its wraithful gaze
A corona more expensive for its
Delinquent shadows
Each subsequent millennium only scars
In mist more graceful

The moon is an old bowl
Making me dim and crazed
In its pitted gaze
That dear opalescent veneer
Fired long ago
Iridescent now and more elegant
For that ancestral indistinction


Square Poem--Flame Again