Month: March 2010

Ante-I, Ante-I-Over
moon. our eyes follow you
as you bounce round the room.

(Jim claims house rules say we can’t look)
(at those)

(Jane says he made that all up…)

never too late for a latte
moon. and never too high to come down.

you may be stuffed but we can’t
get enough–so here’s to
another round.

Jane‘s all worked up that we’re seein you
moon. but we told her it’s quite alright.
I mean you’re up there all night…
wait a second…how do you know Jane again?

very last, not-quite-half peppermint
moon. in a pocket with peanut
shells, buttons and clues.

let’s speak in each others voices
moon. and read each others poems.
we’ll stay up all night, then hurry home
to grab the funny spoon.

you look like you’re half in the bag
moon. with the top of your bald
bleu cheese head stickin through.

this is the place we ask what did you do
moon? and this is the silent reply
time will tell…

and this is the moment of
just before truth… the
hickory dickory clock strikes
twelve…

let’s go for a walk in the park
moon. and not care if we don’t make it back
for roll call or spelling or study hall, or
nap time or recess or snacks…

as good a day ever for Spring
moon. as good a day ever—
and none too soon.