Harvest Moon, Echo Park       for Yonatan Aguilar

A harvest moon knells
Nourishment 
Like a bell,
Tonight its light
Changes
In our windows,
There are no
Threshed fields
Here,
No stalks piled up
Ready to be carried 
Away,
There's a 7-11
Parking lot 
Just below Sunset,
Where a man
Wept for
His son
A harvest moon knells
Nourishment
Like a bell,
Tonight its light 
Pauses
At the palm tree line
On Santa Ynez Street,
A sidewalk memorial
--Votives, veladoras, mums--
Idle, look like debris,
Signal the house
Where the child starved
A harvest moon knells
Nourishment
Like a bell,
Tonight its light
Seeks height, sights
Yonatan's tiny body
Wrapped in a blanket,
Stashed inside closet
With mirrored doors
A harvest moon knells
Nourishment 
Like a bell,
Tonight its light blares
For a gap toothed boy

Laura Stickney  2016