Copyright © 2000 LeeAnn Heringer
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Copyright © 2000 LeeAnn Heringer
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our shapes in the shadow on the moonwe celebrated the last lunar eclipse of the century with a party on the wide flat roof of the house the orange paper lantern of the moon god had forgotten to light not shining down on our champagne and cheese as we shouted across the gap to the neighbors on either side comparing the magnifications of our telescopes and the viewing conditions of saturn sideways and showing the skirt of her rings. ken saw ufos in every moving light landing at the nearby military base no. ken. that's a p3 orion used for hunting submarines no. there. it's a c140 a big ole cargo plane flown by the bad guys in every action film and he talked of his fear we'd replaced our faith in god with the easier mystery of aliens and taro told us how in japan the moon has no face but rather the shadow of bunny with its ears lay back in fear or maybe submission to the dark. they stopped me the 3rd time i tried to repeat the story of the last lunar eclipse dean and i watched from a dune in death valley where the moon was white. black. white as a wink not the smoky face of a city moon wrapped in the breath of a million cars. while jim insisted on standing close to the edge so all the women were forced to watch him swinging his beer and drawling how the stopping power of a magnum was highly overrated and he swore he could see our shadow on the curve of the earth pressed to the craters and told us the moon could feel his hands down the terminus of light. |
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