the way you feel the day
hovering around
sometimes:  bright and steady
and breezes in the right spots
but she has an
intemperate side,
uneasy like the night.
watches with resentment.
shades the playground
despite the protests,
despite the weather,
the current forecast,
she expands her clouds
in an effort to remind us all
she’s giant.

the way she darkens
the whole weekend with
some petty laughter
falling on your shoulder
ruining your lover’s cashmere
when she’s feeling jealous
of her  parted lover;
the idolized moon:
shifting tides and dogs
and women
and growing bigger
all the time.

like the way
I move
over you.



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