... cusp...
Cusp
The first-quarter Moon
hanging in the blue
evening sky
reminds me of
your breast in
profile
the one that
remains
after the operation
took the other one,
for prevention's sake,
they said
and I am reminded
how horrible things
often grow
in beautiful places
tho' I say
none of this to you
as we sit together
in the backyard
after dinner
I simply write
my thoughts down
in the notebook
with a pencil
as you turn to me
in your lawn chair
to tell me
the rose bushes
out front
are being eaten whole
by beetles.
