The moon has not yet quite risen here in Virginia. Gaze, glance, glare at that moon and write something. Then tag it #fullmoonsocial so we can all join in. Whether you see it in a quiet rural place or a blurry suburban parking lot, it’s up there. Which means there’s the stuff of poetry out there for you to grab.
I’ll reblog what I see throughout the night…
Translations from the English 
Full moon above
and jazz at the Book and Bar,
the Pumpkin People
wave black metal arms
over orange faces,
swinging with the beat
of October in Portsmouth.
Ruby Hoy
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Sorry, Jeff, but saw this too late. It’s mid-morning here and a bright sun shining. Whatever moon there was is gone.
It will come back around…next month!