A Boondocks Moon

it’s just me in the boonies
hidin’ out with mother
moon again..

but it’s like we’re

and she’s driftin’ further now
as clock hands signal

i venture further back into the sticks
grown tired of spotting my
reflection in every
pane of glass

while breathin’
city’s ash,

still pickin’ out shards of
last mirror i growled at
from white meat
of my ass,

watching as moon’s grin fades
to glow, i step back to let
crippled shadows

and light’s too dim now for
this calm a peace
to last.

image: https://www.artmajeur.com/en/dorinacostras/artworks/8014717/full-moon

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/409757266067612781/

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