Moon Dream
By Tom Laspisa
A small boat illuminated and veiled in dripping moonlight,
Rocking in crystalline, glimmering wakes of the wind,
On a pond in a small wood clearing along the dirt forest trail to the right,
And the moon was enormous,
Hovering slight behind mountainous clouds of post-dusk dusty yellows,
Deep creams,
Grays,
And blacks,
The sky twinkling beyond under a blanket of stars,
Catching the shadowed sky with patches of midnight blues,
The lunar body hung as a plate of whites and gleaming navy-gray plains along its surface,
And the boat, with naught but a single mast and folded sail,
Sat in that watered clearing,
Lulling still in that glassy pond...
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