Brenda Hillman
a) December Moon
Oak moon, reed moon—
our friend called;
she was telling the pain
what to think.
I said Look. If you
relax you'll get better.
Better? who wants better,
said a moonbeam
under the wire,
the soul is light's
hypotenuse; the lily's
logic is frozen fire—
b) December Moon
Suppose you are the secret
of the shore—a strong wave
lying on its side—
you'd come to earth again
(as if joy's understudy
would appear) & you
could live one more bold
day without meaning to,
afresh, on winter's piney floor;
you say, I've been
to the door & wept;
it says, what door
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