the seen, the unseen

by duane locke

The moon's arm breaks
Through my closed door.

Her wedding ring finger
Has a circle of white skin.

The wedding ring was left
In the sky to serve as a star.

The moon did not look back
At the star in the sky.

The moon's arm broke
Through my closed door.

I did not hear, I did not see
The slender arm of the moon;

I was too concentrated, gazing
At the wedding ring, now a star.

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