Reach a hand to the crescent moon. grab hold of the hollow. If she sits in the palm of the left. that moon will be fuller tomorrow. If she sits in the palm of the right.
If I pour your cup, that is friendship. If I add you milk, that is manners. If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste. That is tea. . If I pour your cup, that is friendship.
I want to walk away. Like Judas from the table.. Turn my back. And walk away.. . I want to close my eyes. Like that novice at the altar.. Bow my head.
It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you spit. It freezes before it hits the ground. And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar. If he's out tonight he must be truly down.