A Glass Moon and a Paper Bag

I thought I was looking at
A harvest moon

But it was just because
I was wearing someone’s glasses

And the moon looked so big
That I thought it would crash
Against the skyscrapers and rain

Glass, metal, Lucite, and cheese
From that section eight tower
Above Market Street…


And the homeless would be indifferent

And the hipsters would act indifferent

But I would just look different

And probably a little bit smarter

Because of the glasses
I was wearing

An Observation on Love, For My Sister on her Wedding

Part of an intelligence test
Is the recognition of similar shapes
And the harder part of this test
Is seeing which ones fit

And you should recognize this
Not like a lion recognizes the easy kill
But the way a painter recognizes
Where her brush should go next

For love is not a battle
A chess match
Or a Darwinian test of survival

Love is intelligently designed

Love is the part of knowledge
Where recognition comes in
Where you don’t just recognize the shape
But know that it will fit
Without force

And that sometimes it’s just luck…

Lucky us!

And lucky you!