Astronomically its referred to
as a Super Moon
the
moniker refers to the nearness of the moon to the Earth a nearness which is waning
every passing second
minute
every
day slipping furthur and furthur away
not it seemed that anyone else aside from him his grrl and a gaggle of
sympathetic eggheads oddballs and astronomers even cared
Oh look at the moon Pretty
his following actually
bore a caveat
he
didnt imagine it so much moving furthur and furthur away from Earths grasp and
orbit
but
rather obsessively watched it as a portal
a doorway through which things
departed or entered our sphere our
Universe
utterly bright and crisp it
seemed to him a kind of terminus a
chimney flue made of sky
and mired thus
he watched intensely
for gathered
at the foremost tips of a reef of black tree limbs
sparkling like Christmas lights
were diaphanous winged insects shot through
with moonbeams
a type of galactic springboard
the insects lifted suddenly at once in a murmuring a refracting swirl spiraling almost
a single animal a dragon towards the widemouth of the Anxious moon
and watching their ascent
they
were soon reduced
to a smoky shadow a
furtive doppelganger of occasional blinking particles
true
fireflies
it never occurred to him that
they wouldnt achieve the pompous requisite velocity
according to their mass
to
escape
they did escape
and he was obliged to hate them
because he
one of tens of billions of hapless earthlings hadnt the gumption or wings or perseverance
the magnificent endurance to embrace and
mount the trembling milky sky
to leave
to see the place opposite where he stood shackled
Earthbound
he set an uncorked bottle of
dark rum down between his feet and stared up
amazed
and lonely
Imagine insects making him feel abject or lonely
from his breastpocket he nudged
up a pack of cigarettes with the blunt of his thumb
taking it in hand he shook up a raft of
straights and nibbled one free with his mouth
repocketing
the pack he slipped a matchbook from his hip pocket torn one free
and struck it
he inhaled deeply
he exhaled deeply
the smoke coiling out his mouth
did a doubletake at the moon
and intrigued hung
suspended above his head
when his second and third
exhales joined the first they slowly began
to rise
then
joined by his successive exhales almost
like a dull quicksilver their cloud
reflected
the pindot of his lit cigarette
in it he could scarcely make out a sullen reflection
of himself watching his pathetically
bound self
his
reflection nodded
he recognized he absently nodded
back
then the smoke like
an lazy unkept beast turned and rose
following the fireflies
in time he could make out a
scarce thin twine at the moons face it winked at him
then it was gone
leaving him yet more
dejected
more lonely
she came up from the yard to
refill her tumbler took a cigarette from
him he lit it for her
--
This is marvelous isnt it
-- Thats one word to describe it
-- Fucking marvelous I cant begin to describe the sensations Im
feeling
he nodded
he
didnt reply
he was preoccupied
rapt
watching her exhales gather
agog in a bloom over her head ever so
slightly a halo
then a reticent dull glass reflecting her crossbraided
crown
trembling
anxious
to begin
his loneliness smiled at
it
and dissipated
2322, Twosday,
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