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| Full "Buck" Moon and penumbral eclipse July 4-5, 2020. |
It is after midnight
But I wouldn’t know it here
For staying stuck in my apartment
In bed with depression
Bus went –––––
I was just glancing out
My half-open bathroom window
After a warm July day
I often glance out at night
See into the towers along my street
See the low room stuck in
Behind my neighbor’s fallen tree
The branches dividing the light
Yet the brightness
Even more important
& personal
Being low
A lantern
Put up in
The air party
Maybe the moon
Did come down
Stayed in
Helped branches
Avoid the night’s blasting
Bright skies
Lit with Fourth of July fireworks
The moon feeling a little
Tame / timid / small
Among the blasting spectrum
Of color
But the true story of light—
The moon has discreetly mastered it
Roberta “Bobby” Santlofer (1943-2020) was a mother of sons, an avid reader, and a poet. A posthumous collection of her poetry is forthcoming.