like the new moon
in the old moon’s arms
only when lit by venus
do we know that it’s there
these old moon arms
are like mine they’re
tired but glowing
charged with knowing
that though invisible
there’s beauty
in the mysteries
of the unseen
i will continue to warble
from the balcony
located just below
this strange planetarium
bhagiti 5.18.07 perrysburg, oh