half the sun hid
behind the moon,
dimming daylight
in the way
smog dulls a blue
sky in the city.
under the trees,
half-moon shadows
are scattered like tricks,
feeling too much like
lies that are sensed
without proof.
imagine one hour
of half-moon shadows
if no one announced
that coming, only:
here it is, imposed.
the world would again be
mysterious.
a wonder.
a threat.
orphan poems 