hawkmooncrescent

Lately I have infinity, and now, like

the aging crescent in the sky, I want to

beam all the gilded light I'll ever see

at drab corners, my face shadowed

by degrees until I am drained of craving,

my self a shrinking balloon---a sack

ready to catch a wing, a grace note, a minim

of stars, whatever comes next.

-----Luci Shaw

Done