shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Carole Stone


Summer's End


In the East Hampton sky, a full August moon
signals summer's almost over under the full moon.

In this house I've grown old in, I listen
to the ocean, tides pulled under the full moon.

Wild turkeys amble through my yard.
Box turtles inch across the road under the full moon.

On Indian Wells Beach, each night's like a retirement party.
Beer cans rattle, fires burn under the full moon.

As if to a departed relative, I wave to the full moon.
Carole, still here, singing Au clair de la lune.