the moon is aglow

on this warm, winter night;

enshrouded in clouds,

it’s a beautiful sight.

–photo by me

when i was a young boy,

it was the ancient face

that cows jumped over;

when i was a young man,

it became my chaperone

and followed me on dates;

and now that i’m old,

it’s the pocked and ruddy

face of an adolescent–

by these observations,

i can only surmise

that when i die,

the moon will be born

–photo by me (double exposure)