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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

James B. Nicola


 

Mooneyed Sky

The mooneyed sky winks seven trillion times.
You're not sure if she's flirting or embarrassed of her freckles,
the blemishes so beautiful, brazen, cold, shy,
distant.

Such a night's for couples who will not look up,
but feel the firmament anyway; for astronomers
who will, but are predisposed to be thrilled;

for dreamers, poets, and certain celibates,
who must have moon-eyed skies to feel at all,
thereupon—thereunder—feeling
nearly

Everything