Super Moon

 

My fur also rises.

I shake resolutely.

Insatiable, as shifting tides

yield to a Super Moon

bathing unabashedly

in a hammerhead bay in the Pacific.

Sister Moon is placid

as she slices through blackout curtains.

Until I witness her spirit here in the Northeast.

I am a wild thing,

And she is a flirt.

As she straddles

cool peaks and crags

 I find myself drawn

to her again.

As I howl at her figure, gulp down the afterglow above.

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