I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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8 September 2011


A mild clear night
after a warm day
of genuine Spring.

Down the front steps
I’m accompanied 
by one of my cats.

Our street is quiet,
the three-quarter moon
high in the eastern sky.

Under my arm I carry
a bundle of old papers
for the recycle bin.

Brave Andrew!
He has thrown out
all his student notes.

He is in a waning phase
already, reducing 
his circumference.

My slimming program
is succeeding, but
now my curves grow fuller.

In the moonlit garden
the tomatoes end
and the cacti plump.

Journalling my relationship with the moon: 11