the flower moon woke me and called me to the fire escape. my picture is an abstraction of the moon that could be something other than a moon, it could be a little night sun. it's the milk moon too, lit by the light of the sun. the bigger the moon appears the bigger the tide she pulls like she pulls me up from sleep. now i'm done with the morning walk and i'm tired and almost want to return to sleep but it's day now and the moon moves on.