Poem: Kendall Merriam
A Moon Close for Comfort
Tue, 04/27/2021 - 8:00am


For Joan
This moon, notoriously pink
big and close
casts its silver light
across Snow’s Shipyard
where Captain Ahab’s whaler
is abuilding
raw wood splayed out
like a giant’s jackstraws
cutting off the view
of the neighborhood
this is our compensation
a look see
of all the county roads
on this side of the orb
it is high enough
to avoid a scraping
of the masts
made of the concrete schooner
long after our deaths
mounds will puzzle
archeologists
and schoolboys
trying to determine
who these creatures were
a can of baking powder
a toothbrush
here we all
turn away the pale light
of the lamp to see better
sinking close
to see Mechanic Street
praying in the dark.
Kendall Merriam, Home, 4/26/2021 9:45 PM
Listening to silence.
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