A friend told me
last night, she
and her husband
looked out over the ocean
at the last super moon of 2020
She said it would be
just as beautiful tonight
My wife and I live
in an urban forest
dotted with houses
At moonrise
we walked two blocks
to a darkened ball field
trees along the border
were too tall
Later
we stepped out
our front door
stood in the yard
admired the moon
Bright searchlight
erected on a wall of trees
above our isolation prison
Illuminated – cleansed
willing inmates of COVID-19
5-8-2020
“for Miho”
My husband's poetry 
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