more like custard

the moon
when it rose the other night
was thick
in its colour

some nights
it looms pale

cream cheese

other times
more like cheddar

but this cycle
is thicker
deeper

with half the state
burning
the full moon of december
is smoked custard


© Frank Prem, 2006

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