oh, and also, I wanted to post this, title provisional:

(you'll laugh, Liz, to realize that this writing prompt is bearing fruit so long after you told me about it)

Day Moon
2/9/06

The moon breaks custom.
In winter, it does not restrict itself
to black, but, a quarter
up the sky, its eyes reflect our sphere's haze.
It melts into cobalt satin,
guarding our transition into dark.