the moon's inclination to remain irridescent...

no matter how many times it is made hackneyed in a poem
is its chief strength.

but if you look
its white places also gleam whiter
where the moon agents have been polishing it
for ages.

this more or less circular argument
never fails to pull me in.

is the moon a place or is it a tranquil noun.

a telescope held up to the ear of the eye
or a stethoscope held up to the eye's ear.

a private eye,

detective of multiple heartbeats and foreseeable difficulties.


quintuplets at puberty:

in ripening, what is 'not yet' is by no means
pieced together as something not yet objectively present;
the fruit ripens itself and this ripening characterizes its being
as fruit.

yawning pomegranates attract the gazer.
the females, unlike grebes, are hardly drabber.





moon phase image from here