Moon Petal

I shot a moon petal

   rainly falling.

It died the softest pirouette.

And through the sky,

   like some withered word,

     went scrawling;

Etched in diamond unforget.


Oh save me from myself,

   but save me from all men—

Privileged to know the truth;

Yet they lie,

   and lie again.



Spring 2007

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