Saturday, February 18, 2017

surely I asked myself

although the moon was whining
and asking me to say
I had to work the lawsuit
and simply could not stray

the moon began to widen
and split the sky to speak
I wish I knew her language
but I stayed shut and meek

the holler of the moon
reached inside the leafy place
where I was packed in paper
and running out of space

surely I asked myself
there must be time to sing?
I put out this little poem
and left the legal ring

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