Sunday, June 18, 2006

Poem for Hilary Tham

Hilary’s Moon

In the hours before your passing,
a low-hung moon, strange and enormous
illumined the Potomac.

One night removed from the solstice,
its white-gold reflection
flashed in the branches.

Stopping along the riverbank,
I watched it blaze across the water
awaiting your soul.

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