painting from Etsy Jamie's Art
Here's a wonderful poem by Mary Jo Salter:
MOON-BREATH
Dark mornings staying
dark
longer, another
autumn
come, and the body
one
day poorer yet,
from restless sleep I
wake
early now to note
how the pale disk of
moon
caves to its own
defeat,
cold as yesterday’s
fish
left over in the pan,
or miserly as a
sliver
of dried soap in a
dish.
Oh for a sparkling
froth
of cloud, a little
heat
from the sun! I
shiver
at the window where I
plant
one perfect
moon-round breath,
as I liked to do as a
girl
against the filthy
glass
of the yellow school
bus
laboring up the hill,
not thinking what I
meant
but passionate, as if
I were kissing my own
life.
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