When the Moon is full

9 Nov

A man is crouched upon the pavement

a woven ghost cap upon his head

and a small dog upon his back

he stays absolutely still

he can feel the pull

when the Moon is full

The plastic snowflakes are put in place

although the wet kind never fall

they light up the night along the avenue

the passerby looks up and can see the glow

when the Moon is full

A dark-skinned young woman in dreadlocks

her coat in tatters and carrying a plastic bag

loudly sobs in sudden bursts of recollected pain

what is done is done and what is so is so

when the Moon is full

the cut is the deepest, the kiss is the sweetest

the laughter is much too loud

it feels as though I have eyes in the back of my head

I am drunk with delight, I am drunk with dread

I can feel the push, I can feel the pull

when the Moon is bursting out of itself

it can take no more of itself

the crouching man begins to crawl

the sobbing woman can sob no more

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