nine lines, nine syllables, for the void-of-course moon
| The Moon in Nine
Racing toward an unseen future
a void-of-course moon rises tonight.
She glows like a luminous polder
reclaimed from the black watery sky.
Music twinkles out broken windows.
Dogs in heat are barking at the moon.
The void moon lacks a ruling planet.
Span the gap. Be ruled only by soul.
This life is too short for long regrets.