The moon an orange ten dollar coin
appears behind forest, where there
are trees. Once I'm on the freeway
it's a clear beacon in the sky's black
blankness. Not one star competes.
At night, you can't see how
the western side of Wombat Forest
is clear-felled, and could be called
Wombat State Stumps.
The moon continues in its stately rising
orange light unchanging. Creatures
requiring a corridor, take the detour
determined by a need for darkness.
The moon, to the east, a beacon.