to the hornbill sending its call
along the bluffs, to the wide-eyed
tarsier clinging to the end
of its branch— There, too,
the moon is round as a paper
lantern, the waters dark
blue and seeded with dreams.
[LAG-other-response date=”06 22 2013″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2013/06/poison-pen/” title=”Via Negativa: Poison Pen”]