i wasn’t even drunk


It could have been an ordinary day.
Calm cadence of constant.

But the moon got in the way.

A violent thing
when you’re going up a hill
and it’s there
big orange organ of light
sharp as a knife
levitating above the curly sea.

Contemporary Poetry

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