Bruit

is a report or rumor,
according to my dictionary;

this doesn’t translate well
into other situations. Think:

have you ever used it? Or
do you use the common tongue

to say words according to
the usual custom, wiping your hands

of them as it were; brushing off
their dust and their fade? Well:

this morning, bruit this about: it was just so
that there was a full moon and clouds

scudded across its face and although
it was hard labor I took the trash outside

looking up at the huge bright disc
as I turned to go back inside; it is possible

that some neighbor saw this and whispered
to his partner upon his return to bed

that there was a black ghost of sorts looking up
at the sky out there and that he detected

my voice: not a rumor, not a
report of one — instead,

an insinuation; some incantation
to hold it all together

until I returned to the house; something
to be cherished for a moment,

a second or two — no more; indeed,
he may have forgotten it once he went back

to bed. God knows that I will not.
Some things are more than just pretty.

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onward,
T