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PGI Moon Watching Night
Autumnal Equinox
Reynolds Park / Morrison Park
Rengas
You, Moon, and your
Mona Lisa grin,
in the sky of different
cities always finding my eyes
I should be respectful
or awed. Something.
Please, oh let me feel
pity all that's lost.
Moon and few stars.
Bats. It's a good night.
You hardly need us.
Fingers grope in the dark.
Bicyclists stumble on gravel.
The only sounds that pierce me
are the sighs of you, Moon
waiting, expecting
this night to never end.
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artwork: Erin Pandya
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Renga from 7/31/04 Moonwatch
(blue moon)
Blue moon croon
into the lake and our eyes
and she's got silver in her hair
from so many nights of the moon as her only lover
great green globe upsetting calm
a mr yuck sticker slapped in the sky
sleek gene to perpetuate wasted late light
the drift of an angle, the math of new breeds
of moon
pieces of you slithering, hovering, dancing to
my waiting heart calming my soul
with your cool calm radiance
round the moon a rainbow appears
blue, the yellow to red rings surround, encircle
the moon.
away you become something we have lost
she hides behind the clouds when she gets
modest without words you say so much.
where's the urgency?
small sister fragment of my body
your light dancing across the waves
while there is two sides we see a page
we only see one side of the moon.
orange, now white, my path, you are alive,
on trees, moving on the water.
black white contrast
moon shines hope through trees. yellow
refractions on water, whispy, turning free.
the tree trunk swoops with a sensual curve
like a woman leaning into her hip to attract
attention or to bear the weight of a child. it was bent
slowly by lake winds, or reaching continuously
towards the sky as the ground shifts beneath her, but tonight it
seemed to bend enough to simply make room for the view, to
frame the moon
Renga from 7/31/04 Moonwatch
(Rainbow Renga)
Blue moon croon to
the lakes of our eyes
the silver in our hair
from so many nights
of you as our only lover.
You can be a great
green globe upsetting calm
a Mr Yuck sticker slapped in sky
a sleek gene perpetuating wasted late light
a math for new breeds of moon.
Pieces of you slither, hover, dance
and my waiting heart calms, my soul
too by your cool calm radiance.
You shine hope through trees. Your
yellow on water is whispy and turning free.
Round the you a rainbow appears:
blue, yellow to red rings surrounding,
encircling you. Orange, now white,
my path, you are alive. On trees,
your light dances water black and white wells.
Where¹s the urgency? For away you
become something we have lost, hidden
modest behind clouds, without words
you say so much. Though there are two
to every page, we only see one side of you.
Tree trunk swoops sensual curve
woman leaning into her hip to attract
or bear the weight. Bent by lake wind or
by reach to the sky, but tonight it
simply makes room for the view, to
frame the small sister moon, fragment of my body.
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