Pale morning moon hangs
round – like a dusted cake pan
waiting for batter.
Beady eyes and stout
neck with feathers that glisten—
teeter on thin sticks.
moon haze: a chiffon dress drapes
that old man up there.
Leprechaun green, the heart-shaped
Leaves flutter beside the stolid,
pale office building
Outside, the white wisteria
bloom and silently cry to bleary-eyed
workers – look at us!