All Her Dark and All Her Bright

Tide crashes into shore, her belly bursting with dead fishes that wear fancy golf balls for eyeballs. Luna flinches at the sight, packs all her dark and all her bright, says, “I’ve had enough of humankind”, and goes out…

the wolf wants
to howl at the moon
that man killed

 

the wee notes…
– over at the Imaginary Garden, a marvelous Toad invited everyone to write a new poem inspired by questions out of Live Science’s Strange News. I chose, “What if the moon disappeared tomorrow?” plus some feelings evoked by something I heard, on NPR, about the discovery of thousands of golf balls polluting the California coast.
– also linked to Poets United.

 

this is the work of Lisa Falzon,
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