It was just a jellyfish

It was just a jellyfish
floating in the murk,
but I couldn’t unsee
a galaxy.
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Day 28 #NaPoWriMo

I ripped a new rille

I ripped a new rille
in the Ocean of Storms.
Forgive me.
I didn’t realize
the Moon was that fragile.
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Day 27 #NaPoWriMo

Blue Rooster

First in London
then in DC
the rooster crows
its Klein Blue warning.
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Day 26 #NaPoWriMo (Katharina Fritsch, “Hahn/Cock”)

They found music everywhere

They found music everywhere
when Satie died:
in his coat pockets,
in the piano.
I slip a poem between books
for later.
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Day 24 #NaPoWriMo

The moth I trapped

The moth I trapped
in the dishwasher
bursts out & flutter-crawls
to my ear & spills the secrets
of the underworld.
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Day 23 #NaPoWriMo

I blow at the speck of dust

I blow at the speck of dust
on my screen,
but it stays there
near Saturn’s rings:

Earth.

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Day 20 #NaPoWriMo #Cassini

From a distance

From a distance
uniform black
on the restored Rothko
but close up
the buckles and cracks
of Europa.
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Day 19 #NaPoWriMo

I still remember

I still remember the passenger’s hand
drooped out the window
like Death of Marat
while we waited in traffic
on I-95.
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Day 19 #NaPoWriMo

First firefly

First firefly
lights the upper floor
of a tree–
reminder that I forgot
to sketch the skyline.
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#Napowrimo Day 16

Street artist sketches an eye

Street artist sketches an eye,
first glint of a portrait.
Rembrandt’s late self-portrait
leaves me weeping.
It’s the eyes.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 15