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.
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domestic
it rained, hard, and there were blue patches inbetween, the way i love it. leanne called me to help come to the airport to pick up harriet. i remembered what rudy said about patting the side of the plane, and began to practice already two months in advance, dreaming of valium or perhaps a shot or a knock over the head.
there were urban and small stream flood advisories, then there were bright streets colors smells and sun. nothing imperceptible about the weather today, but i nearly have a pleasant banter complaining about the waldal “interaction.” at the same time, i am pleased to have harriet visit us, and leanne is in the living room talking with her, next to the gorgeous piano. the lasagne is in the oven. i came home after a hard but good week at work.
downright domestic.
playground
there is a playground in my mind and sometimes the swings make me sick but i enjoy the view and even the motion. i take a little ginger candy with me and wish that i am not surprised, but know i will be, and hope i try to be patient at the next downswing. the tundra looks utterly barren from afar, but the hike takes me through color festivals of wild irises, poppies, lupines, and of course, fields of poison oak. the wind blows into one ear and out the other, pushing me up and then down the steep coast. the ocean is turbulent, but it is far below. the plants are battered in the gusts. i see a quiet deer and i feel a peace though it runs away. i like to start high, then get higher, but i am also glad for an even space.
Moya Watson 