Daytime Moon


An explosion rocked no one

but a few birds were left shaken;

she slipped out of her skin

and left it for him,

another piece gone but not missing.


A ship somewhere is lost

with only soggy embers

falling in the eyes of fish

and he folds himself into a square

hoping to fit into what’s expected

because nobody wants the dreamer

to take the lead.


A sliver of salvation

grabs hold of them by the wrist

but it’s a tenuous connection,

undone and redone

until the idea of being saved

is as redundant as a daytime moon.

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