The Moon Poem

By | 3 February 2024

for Norman Erikson Pasaribu

on the overpass
in the sizzling heat, looming
a moon bridging two worlds
not having a ‘I’ for a ‘also’

in my keeping, comes an attempt
I use
to render an evening


encircling in the well, immeasurable

the midnight still snuffs

out a full moon

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