When you read this, Gentle Reader, I should be up at Seattle Pride. The parade should be over by this point – although I doubt that I’m walking this year: the bad knee, while improving, would seem to prohibit it. I am probably day drinking and looking for an amenable chap.
Ahem. Sorry. The poetic interlude. Um, since it’s Lucky Thirteen, though, here’s something mystical:
The MoonA diamond drop- The luscious monocle Sugary fragment In the absinthe glass at night: A crone’s complexion (In many rags and scarves and shawls) Black mist, white mist, Spotted, like the ‘pard: A single diamond drop. A new mother in full bloom, A witch’s circle, edged in chalk – Sudden, a cat’s eye. Orphaned soap bubble, Mother of Pearl. Solitary mother, both great and terrible. White-black, blue-black, Grey-black, grey: A glittering drop, A single drop, A diamond drop of Opaline.
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