Moon Festival

Lovers holding pits in their mouths make vows and delight in each other till the underwater infant periscopes his parents and is born an uninvited guest knocks at my door, determined to go deep into the interior of things the trees applaud wait a minute, the full moon and this plan are making me nervous my hand fluttering over the obscure implications of the letter let me sit in the dark a while longer, like sitting on a friend's heart the city a burning deck on the frozen sea can it be saved? it must be saved the faucet drip-drop drip-drop mourns the reservoir