He looked up-pointing
ah moon
He said
You know it was bright and early
morning
and sure enough
far off and unassuming
ah moon
Not even full
or very impressive
Washed out if that helps
But he got it
He knows
At this ridiculous tender impossible age
That the moon is the moon
luminous and heavy
full on the evening horizon
facing any whichway
silver orange ghostly
imposing
left right high low
day or night
And when it is black
New and gone
He's never asked me
where it went.
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 3:42 PM UTC