A Snow Moon, a lunar eclipse, and a comet are all appearing tonight. Stargazers in ecstasy. The neighborhood dogs are barking, one of them in mid-leak. The ducks have ducked into the darkness. The cats have also vanished, even the black ones. Where are they? In my woods? Fishing in my black-pearl pond? The earth has stopped spinning to get a look at its runt cousin. My smartphone camera takes stupid pictures of the harsh mistress.
Wyoming Knott and Professor Bernardo de la Paz are tied in knots, restrained by Heinlein nursing a Heineken. They crater lunarly in the wheel in the sky, imprisoned in the misty halo. MF
Long walks at night– / That’s what’s good for the soul: / peeking into windows / watching tired housewives / trying to fight off / their beer-maddened husbands. “And the moon and the stars and the world” Charles Bukowski.