The moon is on the wrong side of the house tonight.
From the kitchen, she is full, flaunting and quite a vamp. She shows
shoulders.
From my desk, she is always evasive and obscured. A slice here or
there. Maybe a slip of calf.
She intrigues me so.
Maybe is is the dark sky against which she resides.
But her brilliance shines, making even sun shade.
- Mary O. Fumento, 2008
