Super Moon, 2017
A reddish gold medallion,
low above the roofs,
follows me past the little park,
the sleeping tennis courts
and shuttered houses.
O vibrant moon! super moon,
moon of sweet enticements,
you enlarge us.
In this year of cruelty, lies,
we wonder at such beauty.
Somewhere in the balconies of trees,
night folds up its wings,
in deference to your light.