morning walk — moon crescent

cloudless sky
inhabited by
a moon crescent
chaperoned by
a lone star
or is
it a planet
hard to tell
from so far

kishore picks up
a song
about a blue sky
moon arriving
longing, love,
companionship, thirst
as 5 kms disappear
at my feet

sweet perfume of
magnolias mixes up
with that of
fresh batch of bread
from a bakery nearby

i head back home
just before light breaks
or as Leo* put it,
just before
“and begging the sun for
one more moment of moonlight”

*The West Wing- rare occasion Leo McGarry gets poetic