i'll hug the moon
yeah it was a long weird fucked day so what's new
the day was redeemed by putting the telescope nicholas got for his birthday together and taking the boy out in the garden to look at the moon
it is a clear night and the moon is brighter than freshly laundered linen
after a few adjustments and some the moon came in clear and bold
i'm pretty sure we were looking at the sea of tranquility
and even if we were not it still was beautiful and so bright it hurt the eyes
i came to understand ol' silly li po who in a moment of drunken love
saw the moon reflect on the surface of a lake
and according to legend fell out of his boat and drowned
trying to give it one big hug
2 Comments:
many editors ban the moon poems..
i know it's frustrating, but the
moon won't go away..
it's a mirror
for a million years (or more?)
it's been a mirror, it's
voices in white static,
seeing things
when i read a poem with a moon, i
just look for what's on the other
side
no problem seeing it here!
i suppose the moon remains a mystery even if people have visited there and to see it in bold with your own eyes is simply jaw-droppingly awesome. thanks, jim.
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