Cycle
Keith Richards
For Kevin, the history teacher…
The
moon hangs low
on
its fishing line, dangling at the end of a hook,
episodically
close,
dressed
in full ball gown, designed to tempt the nightlife,
those
unique souls
whom
show themselves but once a month, suddenly wakened,
celestially
vibrant,
cyclically
alive, unknowingly salivating from the influence of the lunar bait.
~~~
First published in print in Conceit Magazine / June 2014
First published online in Home Planet News
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