The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor 
 the moon by night.
Psalm 121 On a hillside scattered with temples broken under the dogday sun, my friend and I drank local wine at nightfall and ate grapeleaves in goat-yogurt glaze.
The living grape vines bore fruit overhead.
Beyond our balcony, beyond the Turkish rooftops, an old moon touched Venus at one tip.
This vintage, he said, would melt pig iron.
But I wondered, were we drunk enough, and he said no.
I took him, staggering and laughing, in my arms, and soon, with snow at nightfall easing off, another old moon slid into the hill behind my dead friend’s house.
He loved that smear of light cast back on it from earth.

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