The moon is large and golden tonight,
softly settling into the mountains like a particularly gravid woman would.
The sweet golden glow belies
her slowly spreading skirts across the world,
covering the ground with her icy touch. But there,
nestled among the folds of a dark
navy sky, the pale yellow sand dollar
looks like a particularly appetizing biscuit.
she lowers her eyes and pores over the paper on her desk.