Moon Poem

The moon isn't full right now, but it was when I wrote this poem about a month ago. Right now it looks to be three quarters full, riding in a sky of clearing storm clouds. The poem is for John Calvin Rezmerski, who told me that there were too many poems comparing the full moon to a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Too many poems have been written
comparing the full moon
to a scoop of vanilla ice cream,
which means I cannot write a poem
comparing the full moon
to a scoop of vanilla ice cream,
even though it looks --
rising round and yellow in the evening sky
over St. Paul, Minnesota --
like a scoop of vanilla ice cream.