the beauty of jazz & blues voices,
syncopation of syllables flowing
free form through improvising sentences
sluicing, embracing, metaphors glowing
eyes in the dark are words imitating
fireflies pulsating bright in a black sky
are gleaming eyes of a prowling black panther
suddenly clicking on bright as flashlight beams
under moon rays probing hidden places
isolated mysterious somewhere
deep in a buzzing alive countryside

Copyright © 2021 by Quincy Troupe. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 23, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

Theres a new, young moon riding the hills tonight; 
Theres a sprightly, young moon exploring the clouds; 
Theres a half-shy, young moon veiling her face like a virgin, 
                   Waiting for her lover. 

This poem is in the public domain.