#133 – Woman Sixty


Last night, the full moon came in for an unannounced visit.

She angled herself, beamed her white light in

through the wide window and woke the woman.


Her father used to tell her, “The moon has a hold of you.”


In this recollection, she recognized that it was the moonlight filling her

up with melancholy, unease and regret,

just as it did when she was a girl.


But soon, the lunar position will bend and the luminosity

will dissipate along with her restlessness.


The woman will forget again until the moon shines her light into sleepy eyes,
to remind her.


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