Perigee moon flames above
chimney pots & seagull’s nest
hangs immobile in hazy sky
light lingers long tonight
mid – summer solstice.

Somewhere out there
the druids dance & chant
their earthly invocations.

This moon brings endings:
conclusion tumbles like
the grains of sand that
grind my sea soaked boots

whole & perfect endings
though they aren’t
what you suppose.

Bones shatter & the moonlight
floods the a.m. street,
it’s the time of fuddled dreams
as all we thought we ought to own
falls away in early morning flickers.

Now rain has flushed the light away
old magic disappears in muddy puddle
& you & I wait out the years
until next time the angel’s call.