The Waxing Gibbous Moon’s Visit

Who left the moon on last night? In the night, I woke up wondering who was shining a light through my window so late. A few hours earlier - around midnight - it was the flashing lights and sirens of police cars, ambulances and fire trucks. Brooklyn, Friday night. I pulled back the curtains and saw the moon, … Continue reading The Waxing Gibbous Moon’s Visit