Moons

Sad:

A dozen

And more moons

Storm stranded

By jealous tides

“Do you know

Who I was?

Where I have been?

That I could summon,

So casual-easy, the

Thunders and mischiefs

You most desire?”

I.S.S. ?

Sad-empty is the bed,

Empty, empty is the vase

Empty-empty, sad-sad the head

That can’t visualise the stars.

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In the After

What somebody said –

And, oh how we laughed –

Was the turning point’

The point of no-return,

Looked only like so much

Dust on the highway;