A COLD SHOULDER

BY R. MIRANDA

Moon-Cold Shoulder
Indeed, moon’s cold shoulder
So distant yet inviting —
Becoming with her alabaster glow
As if offering a place to cry upon.

To cry dark tears of longing …
Longing for a cure for some unknown malady.

Shame hidden behind her,
Behind her moon-cold shoulder
Never to be seen again.
Offering not solace upon this rainy night.
Offering mere shadows
Of life beyond the wind-swept landscape.
A landscape rife with wont of
A warm shoulder to cry upon. | RM

R. MIRANDA WAS BORN IN SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA. HE IS NATIVE AMERICAN (MAYAN, APACHE, YAQUI) AND SPANISH/ROMANIAN. HIS WRITING IS A FORM OF POSITIVE FOCUS AND HEALING AND EXPRESSION.