At 2:15am
July 28th the garden path is white with full moon. I return to
sleep. Sky is satin from light. Sometime I reawaken and it’s there, though my
window, SSW over Heidelberg. The moon has dimmed, resembles a discoloured
penny, date worn away. I must look to notice it. Everyone’s up at daybreak.
Bridie had set her alarm for 5:15am. She’d gone out in her hoodie to draw it in
her sketchbook. Coppery, she called the moon. I said: Not very red for a blood
moon and behind clouds, mostly. She replied: Perhaps it was bloodiest behind
the clouds.
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