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

George A Freek


A Moonless Night (After Su Tung Po)

There are clouds in the distance,
dissolving into the night.
The moon gives no light.
I see nothing.
Nothing which means
a thing to me.
Crows speak to each other.
Do they speak of the weather?
Are they searching
for the lost moon?
I watch them fly away.
I fear this ache,
buried deep in my soul,
will kill me very soon.