SMALL PLEASURES
a night cool, crisp
cloudless
tomorrow a full moon but
tonight my beloved
egg shaped
moon returns, severe
dazzling and white-silver
it obscures the half-dozen
brightish points
cosmologists call
stars, cosmology
my weakest suit
no stargazing here
in a suburb of the great
american city, no
only swirls
of smoke from my
unfiltered american cigaret
if i relax my gaze
the antique streetlamp
at the foot of my driveway
comes out of focus
and light swirls
as in a later van gogh
small pleasures
they . . . sustain
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