Sonnet #273

In morning twilight, the moon shone bright beyond

the whisper clouds, a purple blue, a brightest white

I thought to snap a picture of the moon, but I

had left my phone inside the house, the moment gone

I knew, and would be broken if I went and came

again out here, beneath the orange tree; the range

of twilight colors, the shift of clouds, all changed,

the grandeur of this moment moon will never be the same


(At my mother’s house, last week we scoured old albums

She said she was amazed at all the pictures with no one

in them, monuments and mountains, wasted ink, common

for now the things she wanted most were family, her children.)


The greatest meal I ever had, I think, was a glass of cool water

On a warm day in summer. Life’s beauty lies in such simple affairs.

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