Resisting the Urge

I could thrust my spotting scope
Into the throat of the universe–
I could annoy the throat of the universe
Until it coughed up some good moon shots–
But the cold and the discomfort,
And the cold wiry branches of the ash trees
Along my neighbor’s fence
Keep me in.

I am in
Thinking of the new January moon,
So friendly and so close,
So bright and so gracious,
So full of promise and mystery,
A woman, a lady,
Warm, inviting and seducing.

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—Jim Bolner, Sr.
January 17, 2003