(poetry diary 87) last night I looked up at the Super Moon and started giggling as I wondered how many poets were right then working on poems that somehow tied the moon into poems about the 2016 election fall-out. I’ll bet it shows up in many….
The Moon Was But a Chin of Gold
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago—
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below—