ARTIST’S MOON


the bone pearl

glowing no sheen

rabbit-ed with fossil-scapes

starring on Earth

 

vally-ed talcum

thirsty & surrounded

nothing

for infinities

 

faces shed lunatic

cast insane still

passing Sun shielded

in Gaia’s shadow

 

her waiting cold

forever breathless

shines for us.

She Holds Water Knowledge

Growing near beaches;
hardy, off the moister
side of a wisp-ing dune,
chased by wind and peppered
with calcium & quartz.

Salty,
I’d like to think so anyway,
in the purest sense of
personification, trust.