Take a Carney ride
at high noon,
or at midnight sky
under the moon.
The moonlight says
that night is a good deal
And the night said: the moon knows
that we are here to pack a wallop.
But the stars ignore the moon's stolen light,
knowing that they will all turn too soon turn to dust.
The stars spend
wonderfully wistful hours
wondering if the only reason that time exists
is so everything doesn't happen at once.
Then, all at once, they are able to leave well enough alone.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
Take a Carney ride
at high noon,
or at midnight sky
under the moon.
The moonlight says
that night is a good deal
And the night said: the moon knows
that we are here to pack a wallop.
But the stars ignore the moon's stolen light,
knowing that they will all turn too soon turn to dust.
The stars spend
wonderfully wistful hours
wondering if the only reason that time exists
is so everything doesn't happen at once.
Then, all at once, they are able to leave well enough alone.
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