tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17738789.post-43583305376459555472007-12-30T15:30:00.000-05:002007-12-31T19:42:13.565-05:00<div style="text-align: right;">rumor of moon<br />in a certainty<br />of winter sky<br /></div><br /><br />not fond of<br />the gravity<br />of aging<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">the moon<br />less alone<br />birthday dinner<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">[This refers to a night a week or so ago when a planet was visible right next to the moon, like the moon had its {changed from "it's": ack! an apostrophe catastrophe!} own little moon.]</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">winter morning<br />sky<br />one lone pigeon<br />circles<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />my ex-boss's<br />birthday party<br />showing up late<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">waiting on the<br />subway platform in Park Slope<br />xylophone carols<br /></div><br /><br /><br />trying to fill<br />a mother-sized hole<br />compulsive shopping<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">don't buy the light<br />be the light<br />happy holidays<br /></div><br /><br /><br />the only store open<br />the liquor store<br />happy thanksgiving<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Christmas day<br />even the liquor store<br />closed<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">© Judy Kamilhor 2007</span><br /></div></div> </div>Judy Kamilhorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00490276380470576598noreply@blogger.com