If you cast a rod
and catch the moon,
lock the reel;
prolong the night—
some
the owl on the old tree
isn’t yet
wearing glasses,
yet tries
to hoot—
some
as long
as the reel’s locked,
the night’s—
the attire
it’ll be dark
‘till the owl,
the night-blooming jasmine, and sun—
become jaded;
‘till the owl
wears glasses;
‘till the reel’s locked
the owl
must hoot—
some.
Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 9:28 AM UTC