To The Moon Poem by Mark Money

To The Moon



there wasn't much to the moon that night
it wasn't the buttery cue ball moon
that tom waits sang about
nor his grapefruit one neither.
in fact, wasn't much more
than a reminder in the sky...

not enough there for man to land on
much less walk around on
without falling off.

wasn't much to the moon that night.
doubt there was even enough
for old tom to describe.

© 2019 (Bolingbrook IL)

Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: moon
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Mark Money

Mark Money

Kansas City, Missouri
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