Friday, January 13, 2012

Love songs for the moon.

The shepherds have gone too far into the field.
Their perspiration is flooded with moonlight--

But the flock they share is far away,

Asking one another 'where to next?' and

'What if all our lives we've been riveted to the stars,
eating and falling in love here


Nearby poetry stumbles from a singing boozehound--
His flock was abandoned yesterday,

And the moon, yesterday.

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