fading moon; only recently the circle formed a complete and smooth whole; now, a darkness descends over the upper-right corner where the bright face is cut off. no longer a perfect circle, the edges along the broken side soften a bit, as if to lessen the missing blow.
the heat waves were record-setting, as they always are, but at last darkness and some mist comes to cool the fiery sky. the air cuts little paths through the room to me and the moon shows itself undergoing a defeat it seems clearly only it can bear, and mist advances to darken its face; advancing and receding.  i think of the grass, how i love that grass, the most recent thing i have loved, under the ridiculous kites.