Stupid Moon
stupid moon,
you pull at the tide
as your namesakes flock to your side
here, only a month from june
bitter unrelenting moon
you wax and wane, turn full again, and new
half, a crescent, quarter, harvest and blue
moving through your phases, unexpectedly soon
you know nothing of love..
silly, stupid moon
much less a woman's touch...
aloof, smug, dangling above
and in the morning, crawl back to your womb
poor, lonely moon, be it curse, or crutch?
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