Night Opera
I heard the moon sing last night
a full bodied aria
maybe from Madame Butterfly
she took down her hair
shook herself free
from all her ornamentation
and the song began quietly
growing with her danced arc
she sang until she set
a performance that made me weep
sorrow, joy and hope
all found within her light
O Moon, sing again
send your voice to me
at the setting of the sun
Pamela Olson, 6/6/08
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