Early May

Down the road nuclear protestors rally.

We’re caught in our Saturday chores—

nowhere to run.     Evening, already

night

the garden unplanted.

That moon rising

holds the sky in eerie twi-

light zone blue.   Young oaks

slow dance.   That moon shrinks

smaller the higher it rises

its incestuous grin a vernal high-tide.

Under this moon the landscape is

bright enough to walk around in

—soon it’ll be warmer and the neigh-

borly thing to do.