The Moon has fine blue lines,
paper skinned and cow faced,
jealous of stars.
The Moon has been bitten to pieces
and ignores standing water,
dull as a circle,
but regular as a train
carrying stones,
night ballast,
a shaker of cups
along the tracks,
it waits amd breathes
in the frost.
Moon Train. quirky thought well said. Thanks for your message about Every body's getting out of Town If you don't mind could you tell me what made you read it? Thanks again, richard jarboe
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Moon Train is nicely said. Moon is described in different ways in every country. It is described as a young girl and sometimes as a male person in Tamil literature, songs and poems.