Category: hello, moon

astronomers say that you’re shrinkin
moon. based on facts
that they’re claimin are true.

but it might be a small case
of jealousy–
they keep gettin older…
you keep showin up new.
(again)

pickin up pop cans and newspaper
moon. not quite the same
as recyclin you.

how far will we ride to find you
moon? how many tanks
of gas? how many seasons and sunsets
and years before you’re ours
at last?

paint you the color of vixen
moon. between butternut, dragon tongue
red and maroon.

all the boys think she’s a spy
moon. but she’s only got eyes
for you.

this house is a mess
moon. and the two-year-old
screams. sometimes perfect families
pull at the seams.

wheels out toward the road with a curb
moon. wheels angled in if not. most of us
took Drivers Ed, it’s true.
(then most of us promptly forgot)

gonna take out the trash
in our underwear
moon. hopin no one’ll see us.
(outside of you…)

practice makes perfect makes
practice, moon. better try that again.
in a different room.

let’s follow the clouds blowing past you
moon– to a stream tucked behind
your ear.

sneak through the blue-lit castle
doors and race up a winding
stair.

we’ll dine at the top with just
starlight and you. and toast all things
velvet. and bubbly. and
new.