Moon in jasmines

The new red moon is our own super moon
With a pancake face, half burnt and red
Already worried about the three jasmines
In my pocket,laughing their fragrance off.
Last time around she had turned jasmine
When she was within 285 miles from us
From earth mother of jasmine sweetness
Almost smelling like jasmines in our pocket.

This time around the camera saw her naked
And cloudless, for a while  over the ladder
Amid clothes hanging ,with their own moons.
Another seemed broken on the water tank
A tiny dot in a flash of darkness,halos gone.
We want halos back of likely rain and hope.

(Yesterday the moon came back to us closer than ever,except a year ago when she had come even closer.)

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