The best thing about Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub is that it encourages me to delve into my Works-In-Progress File, move something a little closer to a “final” draft, and share it with the many other fine contributors…
It’s the moon, alright,
up there over Camel’s Hump,
but it’s only a picture of the moon,
so it never rises or sets
and its gravitational pull
has no effect on his intracranial tides,
doesn’t derange him like the real moon,
the moon he grew up with.
When he thinks about the moon, though,
he tries to think about the real moon
because the paper moon
only reminds him of old songs
nobody sings anymore.
dVerse Poets Pub
Open Link Night #273