The green flash at sunset is rare,

beautiful,

worth squinting to see, especially since

Moon-days dawn

after its green light

and in their nascence, dreams.

Bookcases of sheet music

(the thread count of Sun-day)

exactly 6 days away, now

and equi-distance to the Dark Side

Yet bewitched as the Moon is

by her Star’s brilliance,

The very light that illuminates her sends her off course

spinning Through-days in a lunacy of orbit

rendering

Wends-day elliptically long,

an epic boomerang that guarantees low tide

Thirs-ty for different seas,

Moondays hitchhike through galaxies

of cosmic Sees

(always phonetic, right?)

& tides rise & ebb & pinch.

time Fry-ing against gridded bed of empty tide pools.

Sadder-days for the Moon girl,

missing the Sun.

©Karen Robiscoe