NORAD-linked
the man in the moon
winks through the treetops:
it’s Christmas soon.
Reconnoitering
for Donner and Vixen,
seeing if any rooftop
needs fixin’.
NORAD-linked
the man in the moon
winks through the treetops:
it’s Christmas soon.
Reconnoitering
for Donner and Vixen,
seeing if any rooftop
needs fixin’.
When brutalities of day
give way
to candlelight of moon
do we find ease
and breathe
stillness?
Or do we ask
is it mere mask
for predator
conspirator
and illness?
Those of us who try to write struggle to find words for the anguish. Maybe there are none.