Mo's

Friday, June 9, 2017

Away in the wind

Drifts all manner of things

To the tune of woodwinds

And softly plucked strings

Where did you come from,

Little red moon? Oh? My nose?

You've so many friends!

There we go; that's it

Just bend a little bit more

Fingers brush my toes

Long, powerful strides,

Pounding the pavement. Thump, thump.

Don't break a leg, kid.

Back to grass and dirt

Chest heaving skyward and down

That was good work today

You need not leave home,

But do clean, cook, and nurture.

A simple request.

Between Earth and Moon,

B'sides thousands of satellites,

Only open space