May moon

A June bug thuds against the window I go out to see if the moon’s full yet

still flat on one side but its ring is perfect

I fill my nostrils again & again with the scent of dame’s-rocket

stones in the driveway shine like lost coins

florescent light leaks from the moonlit house a brighter shade of pale

the face of someone texting in a dark concert hall

it’s still only May in all this long grass a single cricket