THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT THE MOON Rachel Jan I. The moon glints in a perfect arc of teeth And so bites the sky II. Across the red snarl of sunset The moon chases, The curve of it, a hunter’s bow III. To the murmur of the millwheel, The oar breaks the moon rippling beneath it IV. With no exit sign in sight, I point Myself towards the moon instead, Eye seeking forlorn brightest eye V. My eyes are twin moons Waiting to cataract VI. In the face of the moon, I see my father, my sister, A rabbit making medicine The root of all the oldest stories An empty porcelain bowl VII. The night persists, And the moon is full with the weight of waiting
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