... (xxii).

the moon sucked
an ever-growing ring
of clouds, into itself
and glowing gentle and
bright as polished bone
at the center of a dark dome
in the sky
ruled the night, that night
when the clouds rested
low over the houses
smudgy and thick
soft as ragged wool

"I wonder how it does that--" she said,

and looked at me, and said, "--never mind.
I don't want to know."

I don't know.