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.