Hanging Moon

20 Sep

A really silly piece I did today to try and combine the Saturday Scribe prompt with the Weekend Wordsmith one.  I saw the moon tonight, and it looked like a tiny smile.  I wondered what (s)he was smiling at.

Silver sliver
Smiling at me.
Why do you smile?
The same face that greets
Irresistible sunspots
Watches plastic flamingos
Flamingos? Plastic?
What bravado guided us to that?
Sliver, silver
At me?
I hope so.

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Posted by on September 20, 2009 in Poetry & Prose


One response to “Hanging Moon

  1. desert rat

    September 20, 2009 at 9:57 pm

    I have to say, that’s the first poem about the moon that I’ve read that had plastic flamingos in it!

    Thanks for dropping by Saturday Scribes.


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