ripe wheat--
the moon of lovers
throws
a tantrum
Vincenzo Adamo
Between dusk and dawn
the stray cats
come and go
under the streetlights
and
the moon
Voima Oy
the moon's glow
hidden by clouds--
the darkness
covering your fingers
holding
mine
Lafcadio
is this the same moon
you are looking at
where you are now
do
you still remember
holding hands under its spell
Marina
Bellini