After the party,
 
under a sliver of moon,
 
I make my way home.

 
 
 

Winter’s last full moon
 
settles on my neighbor’s roof
 
like a fat white cat.

 
 
 

Imagine a bird
 
flying so high it grazes
 
autumn’s first full moon.

Number

 
 
 

Twelfth night of the year—
 
the moon’s gone into hiding,
 
so I number stars.

Moon

 
 
 

A full moon rising
 
higher than the temple roof
 
lights up every street.

Abbot

 
 
 

One hair on his toe
 
grows longer as the moon wanes—
 
the barefoot abbot.

Bowl

 
 
 

plastic water bowl
 
cradling summer’s bloodred moon—
 
old dog drinks his fill