bist du der Mond?
I'm coddling you from afar.
an aria hangs in the air:
bist du meine Liebe
Voll Mond,
from black fire-hole reclaimed

;
clouds over Berlin
orange- nicht weiss
then back to
clouds over any town
orange -not white then black

the movement

the moon is growing;
vertical horizontal algorithmical riSE
a wisp less of cloud - less defined
than what floats;
beneath, lunar
string quartet on wireless - how did they know?
coddling mein Liebchen
who has no time for sleep

waltzed the street to get
sleep,
meine Liebchen wept
the moon will miss you and not miss you . .
play string quartet-a-tet
come back again;
moon or not.