I Do Not See the Moon
I do not see the moon. Chomp!
The earth swallowed it. The earth,
With all its mathematicians and
Construction workers. With mirth,
Every night, it swallows the sun,
How merry, all my little insights
Swallow the planetarium.
Never mind, my blatherskites,
Here’s a string of pearls that cost
A pretty penny. As much as Madison
Avenue. Sought by the
Discerning mind, oblivion
Seems to be everything else.
Everything in the room is set
In its right place, every table
Cloth and every serviette.
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Yaacov David Shulman