Moon in Sun’s Clothing

hunts for the day, a ranger
of the stars, a big red dot
in the sky, obviously dressed up,

too hot and shimmering
on the lake ripple sunset,
just a few minutes later
than usual. And then

there’s the clunky walk
like the bones are too big
for the skin; jolts of steps.

While the hills are green, bright
green and the fog rolls in
off the coast and the rain
starts so fine it almost

doesn’t reach the ground.
There is the moon
in the sun’s clothing.

A white silhouette on a blue sky
day, uncomfortably revolving,
writing history at its heels
and pushing a wheelbarrow
of ears to god knows where.