broad moonlight


the sphere reflects

her steady gaze

in my periphery


forward, while the moon

merges with earth

the temperatures dip


an oily bubble of fog

deepens valleys

with chill


she catches the ball again

stretching into the fog

of time's passing


toppled by confession

her try wore

a little too much


knowing how she scored her first

broke scrum and

charioteered in a flash


delighting in broad daylight

around the openside and backs

proving she knew how to use it


the moon is ever

an inconsistent reminder of her profiles

sometimes full frontal


sometimes a thin slice

shadowed from frown

dimpled by smile


at angles with attitude

and swerving with

change of mood


flush with fervor

late last month

red with ardor


watched rising from dusk

until dawn swinging a long

pendulous arc


that face leans

on this shoulder

and means to


stay longer

than sunlight

affords


for

setting

words