L'aura del Campo

The Moon must be fed [134]

The Moon must be fed

Caught in a web of filigreed desire,
the husk of an airplane, suspended in time,
waits for the ghost of the Moon to wax
when the ripened feast will be consumed,
leaving only an empty hull to rust
among the myths of long-lost flights
that never will be found.

No one ever questions the Moon.
The Moon now full, isn't talking.

© Kåre Enga (13.junio.2017) [174.134] /30:13.2 /

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