the moon’s in town tonight
the moon’s in town tonight
walking long across the docks the
granitation of the galvanised cranes
silvering the clichés of lovers
turning the pale leaves of their calling
into the white energy that pulls the egg
all along these days of darkening
higher the moon above its rising
icing the pinnacles of the delicate minarets
that atone the munificence of the municipality
where art needs soften avarice
the moon’s in town tonight
mercurial along railway lines
that snake out of the spittle quays
streaming town-ward
fulfilling the hopes of the sail bridges
the schooner-rigged and pastel-shaded
bling of the nouveau apartments
not an eyebrow of moon shard
not a misty eye of cloud derides
the pull of the night’s zenith
for the moon’s in town tonight
the town clocks face-off the moon
ringing the hours of its turning
reversing
the shadows point east towards
where the owl down dark has cornered
the filigree of moon bright
hallmarked the once upon a time
when this full moon traduced the story
of the ones who stayed to see it arch
from from east to west in epns
the last fairytale of a moon that
has gone to rest in the sleep of
the marooned days
the moon was in town tonight
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