dear man
in the man-in-the-moon:
who do you tell when you rise, when you
fall? when you feel like a sliver…
who do you call? who do you tell about
day, about night? who do you ask if
it doesn’t feel right?
dear man in the
man-in-the-moon:
does the sun ever roll her hot eyes? and tell you
that quarters are lies? she is round, she is
round, she is
burning.
you.
down.
come back and play
again
some day.