LUNAR ECLIPSE
First white, then gray eclipse, with remnant light
Drifting down to a Cheshire grin…
The remnant’s gone, and the full moon
Reddens in dead branches.
The moon’s dark and ruddy, dark enough to let the stars out, sharp,
In a cold city.
The dead leaf garden, once blanched
By the moon to look like snow,
Starts back in wonder now at the blackness of the night,
Then tries to wait for dawn.
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White, gray, red, back to white, and then
From white to vanished in the next day’s light —
These lunar moods bring in, with ebbing tide,
Remembrance of you. Of your suicide.