Bus Moon

(from the moon series)

This moon keeps shaking its head
every three minutes.
The bad news settles in.
This moon keeps glancing back.
I can only wonder.
The sun's announcement
of the coming supernova.
Another pregnant comet
keeps knocking at the door.
The milky way's heckles
and the moon's body image complex.

This moon doesn't write or read,
isn't plugged into any music,
just the malfunctioning bus
making loud buzz and hum,
the intervals of time.

There isn't world around this moon.
There aren't buildings, cars,
soft mountains, olive groves
or the blue white sky.

This moon only needs to get to Madrid
and nothing else.