A Poem just rediscovered

July Moon with Lily in Hand

Standing alone near the pond

in the middle of the yard

toes getting wet in dewy grass

Wearing only that knife-pleated

purple lace nightie

see-thru and cut to her ass

with the Full Moon in Capricorn

Sun now in Cancer--

opposing oppositionals

rare

As the sliver of cloud

traced the lips of the Moon as it

lit up the white of her hair

She sang "when the

deep purple falls"

to the sleepy stone wall

while three verses of Summertime

flowed

She was awestruck with passion

and grateful for

one day

when living was easy and slow

swaying softly and singing

in the Guatemalan hammock

adorned with purple ropes

she could tell that

the knife-pleats were

cutting a swath

as the Moon's face shed sad

woman tears

Holding a lemony lily

condemned to only

one day of life on the vine

she kept singing to the sky

a swell of tears in her eyes

knowing full well

that Life wasn't fair

but she waited and sang

and lie down as she languished

in the deep purple night

in a deep purple gown

with that yellow lily

in hand

her voice was quite clear

resonating beyond

her lost dreams taken hostage

that night

a one-woman band

dying bloom in her hand

while the Moon shone and then

faded on.

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-klh 7/15/03