Full moon fit like
A lid last night—
Up with the dark,
Down with the light—
High past the pines
In clear skies, while
Green spear shone east,
Red speck glowed west—
There’s no news here.
The real world spins
Lights out and in,
Just as it did
Way back when and
Just as it does.
Now this is when.
When’s what once was.
Friday, October 2, 2020
When Once Was
