THE GUARDIAN MOON
That same darn moon with its two full letters
smack in the middle of its name. It saw us
Here but the moon, it don’t say nothing to us
Anymore. Just pours that dead grass light
All over the place while we take a short walk
Between the house and the far shed. We forgot
That three horse harness and remembered we
Were going to use it in the morning and there
Was the moon, waiting for us, partially behind a
Stand of oaks, waiting for the change in the weather,
“Just like us.”, you said pulling the tack down from
The hooks. “Just look at that light out there tonight.
Can’t keep it outside at all, crawling all over us
Pale light golden as dream over the whole place.”
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