my moon

My MoonAuthor(s): Wendy BishopSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 32, No. 2 (Fall, 2002), p. 104Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20155124 .

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WENDY BISHOP

My Moon

All my years?

yet full moons

still surprise me

late when I'm trying to make meaning out of darkness.

Exclamatory. O

milk and butter smooth.

White pool of oil that makes

love's evening linger. Or huge lamp that shows up too often

empty-handed.

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Place to put my hands

and not burn them?

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Not apple-shaped or pear-shaped but a woman

curled around her knees

hair streaming into the next galaxy.

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When we see each other

neither of us

blinks.

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