Moon and Boy

The boy meanders through the wood.
He’s never really understood
the night. He passes pine and fir
and thinks how they all minister
to the wren and wood thrush. Now the Moon
appears. She says, “Come, boy. You’ll soon
escape these hills with me.” He’s seen
her wholesome nakedness. He’s been
seduced by magnetism, grace,
gripped by the radiance of her face.
Dancing, dressed in light, she gives
the boy her hand. He soars where lives
the golden eagle. In a breath,
Moon’s dragged him to the Land of Death.

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Appeared in The Oldie.