Luther Allen: the strayed moon

the strayed moon

has lost its way. forgets
where to rise and set.

bulging, bulimic. confusing
concave with convex. bangs

on drums to make an entrance
and whimpers as it goes down.

neglects the sun, becomes grey.
can’t manage to shine that old kind light

                                         upon the earth.

wait. that’s not the moon.
it’s us.     us.

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