last full moon of Spring

While I wait for you

in my ugly little cube

with papers tolling departmental strategy

insecurity abounds I hear sarcasm and laughter

narcissism preening in the mirror of intellect

memory of moonlight fading

inundated by admonitions

behave like a good little boy

to hell with that! to hell I say!

I don't care for loneliness

propriety or a gold wedding ring

I had all that and little good it did

a virtuous Filipino woman

I'm told I should get if one exists

but I'm holding out for a Californian

stupid me! still

for some reason I can tune myself by her harmonics

until beats subside and oscillations spring

like waves on Ocean Beach

like cliffs off which I leap

to impress her brown as maple eyes

O I am alone and naked in moonlight

same shine on China's shores

I can see its paper lantern

floating in the sea

a car liner hauling a thousand

fins of junk heavy in the hull and low

and maybe out there you'll find a fine Filipino woman

or a naked Californian woman perched on her arms

looking out her window

toward you, last full moon of Spring

wondering who I am and if I am

thinking of you at this time of day!