Poems January 9, 10

*
Moonlight 
smeared on a thin layer of cloud.
The unvetted ghosts
that haunt the night.
(hypocritical oath)

Snow

in my dreams, adrift:
whitening convolutions
in my brain


*
Not that we are likely
to fare
well:  "Against 
the insidious wiles
of foreign influence
(I conjure. . .)”

(partisan) 

“A uniform vigilance
to prevent
its bursting
into
flame”