Day 10 Poem a Day

circle of least confusion*

I see two moons tonight. Three if I drink wine.
If I squint and concentrate, I see the flatness of the sky
and fill in the depth.
Cliché, like a Kurt Vonnegut tattoo.
When they weren’t looking, I played hopscotch in the boardroom.
I don’t believe. I don’t believe.
I hand you this thin tribute.


*Circle of least confusion