Moon
In the early dark morning
Of mid fall
The moon shows me
It’s bĺoated self
Through a trailer window
An old fat moon
Looks at an old fat man
Laying on a mattress
With a centered deep
Ass created crater
Moon we are old friends
I watched you
Through self made telescopes
As a dumb teenager
Who tried not to show it
Your reflections of the sun
Mingle with a Strauss quartet
Music that doesn't fit
What I think of you
As if you cared what I think
I change stations
Suddenly an old galliard
On plucked strings
We dance to old music
I let you lead
Barry G. Wick
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