in concentric rings
Like a traveler's old fashioned tin cup,
circles encircled,
a maze within itself.
Sunset poured wine across the evening sky
and stepped aside
to accommodate a moon.
I took flight past the shoulders
of Orion into the arms of the Seven Sisters
who do not forgive neglect.
The stars whispered,
"You linger too long! Take care!"
One brushed against my lips,
"Neglect love, pay dearly!"
Another sparked twice and sang
before she danced away,
"Remember melody!"
Enchantment waylaid, for a moon minute,
but here I go again,
unfolding my empty cup.
(c)Philomeme Hood 2003
from Ride Home Through Scented Grass
Pearl Line Press
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