Last night the moon set in my lap.
I couldn’t smile because I felt as though
the soil had already parted for me,
so I held it in a kind of contemplation.
often befall us on autumn nights,
when auburn plants regress their swell,
and nostalgia wakes you
for a long-passed term time-
But I couldn’t think of these things
when the moon balanced across my knees;
only of You