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)
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