Before Leaving
Location
The moon tonight, over Little Bay
Is a powdered pink color
Floating just above the treetops
Somehow, it does not reflect
In the dark waters of Little Bay
I had never seen a pink moon:
There have been meteor showers, rising
At two in the morning, wrapped in fleece blankets
To watch them, but never before
A pink moon
There have been bright, pumpkin harvest moons
And nights lit by the stars alone, or by the most
Narrow slivers of white moon hovering just above
The city lights, but there has never been
A pink moon
That moon fills me with a bitter,
Hot desire to never leave, to watch
It as it fades into the sunrise, and into the
Endless blue sky
Above Little Bay