Tonight's Poet Corner: Cycle
Cycle by Belinda Roddie Tonight is the new moon: Together, we will celebrate by cooking dinner, drinking out of martini glasses, and cuddling on the worn out couch. We can't see the lunar disc, but we know it's there - waiting to be spun on the turntable of the night sky. A concealed vinyl with stars too far away to serve as needles in its grooves.