FULL MOON, 24 DAYS LEFT
i don’t take a cab
the end of March air coats me
it is cool breezy and my jacket is thin
but after the hospital i just want to walk and
savor time the moon is full follow it down
the city streets one month and almost a week’s
passed already Dad’s words about my future en-
circle me i know i need to use the time left
to grow love from something waning
to something waxing, watered,
bright, round, full