Elizabeth Romero: Strawberry Moon

The moon in her lopsided veil

like a hillbilly bride

her face round and pale pink

against the darkening blue.

You can imagine how disappointed she will be

by her lumpish husband

and how, honeymoonless,

she will have to make biscuits

and mop the floors.

However, fortunately, unlike us,

she is the mistress of disguises

and can slip away

after a few weeks

on her slender boat

down the billowing river of night.

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