Moon Night

Quotation body.

[A]
Moon Night
sharpens simple fancy's flight.
Sleep not:
don't you miss the time of rot.
Play dead
says the noise inside your head.

Lights low,
the wind whistles in your window.
One day
the wind will whistle you away.
Where to?
"Why, nowhere," whistles back at you.

[B]
"Come," the moon is beckoning.
The silent lie is deafening.
The sugar maple looms like hope,
Each branch wants its hempen rope.

High into the tree you climb,
And as you reach, the cracking limb
Leaves you broken on the earth
As body's mind forgets its birth.

[A]

written 3/29/1997