Two Crescents

Two Crescents

The sky phenomena

had shifted.

I went out running

with my camera

to catch the moon

another crescent paired

beside it, facing it—

two pieces of one circle.

That was like us

two gleaming beings

revolving around each other—

when you fell from orbit

my heart flickered

and the blue-white

flash went off





Maria S. Picone




Maria S. Picone has an MFA from Goddard College. She’s interested in adoptee issues, exile, belonging, and identity. Her poetry and translations appear in Homestead Review, the Able Muse, and Route 7 Review. Her Twitter is @mspicone, and her website is mariaspicone.com.