Last night’s harvest
Moon strolled slowly
Across the navy
Sky like beaming
Furloughed Sunday soldiers
Licking starlight snowcones
Then dipping delicately
Into the west
Like the toes
Of fancy women
Into languid ponds
This morning’s sky
Is a ruptured
Smooth peach alabaster
Whose marbled veins
Show white blue
Breaking into my
Room quiet thieves
Bring not take
This new day
Once lovers now
Friends we remember
These early mornings
Today as though
They were yesterday
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 