photo: when I see that moon, I think I am not sure I want humans beings to go and spoil it as they are spoiling earth.

I will read slowly

the words and their syllables

as if they were touching my skin

they would roll against it

then tear it alive

they would fight among themselves

to rub closely against it

after a vain battle

they would doze off

behind the dark pages

of my old notebooks

during the Indian summer