The Moon Don't Care, a poem by David Estringel at

The Moon Don’t Care

The Moon Don’t Care

written by: David Estringel



This old house—
a rattle of bones—
settles in
for the night—
the lights
of its eyes
Graying roof tiles
kiss, tentatively,
twilight’s gloved hand
in silent communion.
Her pale eye
past kaleidoscopes
of scattered sun
and browns
of rustling leaves,
to the subtle advances
of worn rooftops
and old men.

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