Today's poem leaps ahead a few years. I don't remember the evening that it is about, but I definitely understand the interest in the moon.
About the Moon (6/20/04)
I want to swallow the moon
Take in the reflective disk
so that my belly glows
with all of that stollen light
Odd cold heat churning my insides
The sound of breathing
is like gauze over glass
a softness
you cannot hear
It is reeds
in an old martial arts film
You can taste marsh water poured over rice
The pocked face of night
a circle of yellow against purple
of course it tastes of rice
seaweed and turtle soup
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