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