She says “I follow a lunar month.
You follow a solar month. Too bad.”
Out of sync. Orbiting around each other.
Your waxing, waning and my rising, setting.
Throwing you in shadow today. New Moon.
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Young Moon, Thin Moon, New Moon, Crescent –
a Lunar New Year today – for dinner
fish, dumplings, longevity noodles – wealth and prosperity.
Every new moon transitions from the morning
to the evening sky. We clean house.
[As sun sets on January 28 in North America, the moon moves back to the evening sky. With a clear view of the Western horizon, we might catch the extremely slender moon over the western horizon just a half hour after sunset.]
New Moon. No moon. There, but not.
Starting place without glamour, without the romance
of fullness and light, even if only
reflected from a daytime star that hides,
shuns the night dome of its kind.
I’m feeling old tonight. Cold aches me,
staring west at the waxing crescent moon.
Feeling unlike this young moon nearly aligned
with Earth and sun. In this phase,
I’m a New Moon you can’t see.
We are just passing through this place.
A few friends and conversations over coffee.
Woman sitting nearby said “Life is beta.”
No breaks from commas, stanzas or pages.
Tonight the moon is a closing parenthesis.
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