In which I commit poetry

Tonight is a full moon, as I realized as it rose up into view in the east window of my office. I don't know what it is about full moons that drive me to poetry, but there you have it.



Full moon, draw his eyes--
That we might be together
In spite of the miles




I write in haiku because I have a terrible sense of meter. Also they are short, which is a mercy for anyone else who happens to read them.