The Moon In June

Late one evening (I can't say which)
Something made me get up
And get outside.

Crickets. Traffic. A breath of wind
And, still glistening wet,
The rising moon.

The blood, the breath no longer mine
Not me; a person, only
Stood for all men.

The orb ascended, resembling more
A piece of Earth than Heaven.
My weeping ceased.

All In My Mind

Muses and furies
Diamonds in the rough trade winds
Cherubs and harpies
Tellers of fortunes squandered

Seraphim and succubi
Raven-headed Florence Nightingales
Nymphs and maniacs
Women of the night, mare profundum

You are all in my mind