A blue moon
Falls low;
Hooked
In the quiet of a black sky
Over dull lights
And the purr
Of a platinum city;
I nip Pinot Blanc
From a brandy snifter
At the foot of my bed;
As the news stretches words
Across the glass cube
Of a fading screen;
The stars are bubbles
Popping in and out
Of night
You peer through layers…
And time,
…Watch me empty my contents
Onto pages,
Your name fixed
In a heart-spin
It is the only “grace” I know

Now