Poem: ‘Moonrise’
Maureen N. McLane, 18 August 2022
The moon rose in the skyas the moon rose in the poemthe new held in the lap of the oldand we talked about the weatherand imminent disaster forestalledsince we were together.
Comrades, I am with youunder this very full moon!and we shall not yet set forthbut will talk about the shapeof things and thereby shapethis hour this day if notthis life –