An old favorite, short and sweet, from the seasons of the long dark nights, and perhaps more aware of our celestial companions
There is a shiny sliver of a moon
hanging in the crisp clear southwestern sky,
like a piece of cherry pie
through a freshly cleaned counter glass
that you'd ram your nose into
because you'd never see it...
And it feels like blackberry winter is here
the mercury is curling up
in that low part of the thermometer,
huddling together for warmth
Does mercury keep itself company?
I reckon I should ask the moon,
but I might wait
until it fills itself in
a little more
it might feel a little vulnerable
in such a
scantily clad state
For tonight, I'll dream of moon pies,
and pretty smiles
and I will sleep soundly
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