moth-eaten clouds
cover the moon
the sound of a neighborhood
dinner party coming to a close
drifts by on a zephyr
light flick off in a random way
and households begin to slumber
and still I sit on the back deck
playing a drunken game
of peek-a-boo with
the man in the moon
and the waves sing glory alleluja
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
moth-eaten clouds
cover the moon
the sound of a neighborhood
dinner party coming to a close
drifts by on a zephyr
light flick off in a random way
and households begin to slumber
and still I sit on the back deck
playing a drunken game
of peek-a-boo with
the man in the moon
and the waves sing glory alleluja
my boys, big and small are away for a week......too much time and too much beer....
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