The Moon, Indecisive

The shadow shined sunset on the city.
The wind slow-whipped and rippled.

Can light be a light bed sheet that cools
Like a night lit summer night?

Can the moon, indecisive,
Make the whole world?

Yes! Yes! Yes!
And yes.

Tonight, and sunset held the city
Skyscrapers in each hand
Like linen in the arms of
A languid launderer
Lap-thwap-snap
Snapping each
Thrice