by Susan Elbe

White-Radish Moon

The heart, reckless and obsessed,
is capable of large deeds,
but always has to choose.

This or that. Now or never.

Like the white-radish moon
that dangles over rooftops
each night, the heart
haggles--stingy meniscus
or a clamor of light.

First appeared in Hummingbird: Magazine of the Short Poem (Vol. XIII, No. 2)
and in Light Made from Nothing (Parallel Press)