The Perigee Moon

by on Apr 20, 2016

The star fell
on my lap’s open book,

the one on diplomacy
and restraint of passion.

The fire started
burning words.

Smoke rose.
Ash breathed its way

into the night mist.
The perigee moon

condescended to pierce
fir tree shadows

that helped me pretend
all fires are equal.

 


Tricia Knoll is an Oregon eco-poet. Ocean’s Laughter, poems of a small Oregon town on the coast, is just out from Aldrich Press. Her chapbook Urban Wild investigates human and wildlife interactions in urban habitat. Website: triciaknoll.com

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