Super Moon

I shiver under her power

and am numb.

Numb and insatiable.

As shifting tides,

yield to a Super Moon

bathing unabashed

in a hammerhead bay in the Pacific.

Sister Moon placid,

as she slices through indifferent curtains.

Until I witness her spirit again here in the Northeast.

As she straddles

cool peaks and crags

and I find myself drawn

to her again.

As I howl at her blood-red outline

gulp down the afterglow above.

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