“My darling, why do you love the Wolf Moon so much?”

I have learned

to shut my eyes

to the distraction of

the Full Moon’s brilliance.

To listen completely

to the utter silence

after midnight

That deafening void

Then and only then

on nearly-existent breezes

I might hear

the feral howls

as it prowls

the perimeter of the

January Full Moon

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