First Night in The New House, with Full Moon
The rising full moon fills in
a small cratered crack in the old window
where a stone or BB years ago must
have dug in before reflecting off its loss
As I sit with my son waiting for his breathing
to level into what I know will be dreams
of the many things he will make and be
the moon continues across the sky
and out of the window’s framing (though the moon
in the window cratered out bright and tiny
remains where it is
how like the past sometimes refuses to move)
Translations from the English 
Polished and Elegant! Well done Jeff.
Thank you, sir. Just catching up on your work, and really enjoyed the one about the mountain and the names of flowers. (Yeah, I know, it sounds like I’m about to start a bad joke — “So a mountain walks into a bar…” but I’m not. I didn’t. Did I?
Beautiful, Jeff, but ah, those last four lines.
Moving is tricky. I agree, those last four lines!!
Yeah. It is especially hard adapting to change in a bunny suit. Haven’t watched Donnie Darko lately, have you?
Lovely poem!
Thanks–
Beautiful……and so true….sometimes the past is stubborn and does refuse to move across our landscape. Well done!
Thanks, Lillian!
A moving (truly; please ignore the pun) commemoration…
Sorry I missed the social! Especially since I was gawking at that moon as awestruck as anyone (it was quite dramatically red over here). Oh well, I was there in spirit… 🙂