June 23, 2o13
Last night was the first night of the "Super Moon." Took some pics of it and, of course, wrote a fast poem. It's suppose to be at it's largest about 5 this morning. I'm pulling another all nighter to see if I can get some major pictures of it.
Paparazzi
Moon
(Super
Moon, June 21, 2013)
A big, fat moon tonight.
Not a pleasant sight
she (or he)
hanging in the limbs
of the only fern tree
on the block
stuck there for all the universe to see.
The evening birds,
those drunken late night squirrels… no help.
Perhaps the highly nervous
summer crickets can be of service?
No, they can only laugh
at her majesty’s distress
her royal white dress a mess
her cloud colored crown
hooked on the uneven barbs
of the prickliest branches in town.
They’re sure to leave a scar.
And we
the human things who spent our younger days
staring up into her pale, angelic face
who normally wrote songs about her cosmic grace
and often made love beneath her ample breasts of light?
We take pictures and snicker with appalling delight
at her misfortune. But it’s only human. We like
to see those we worshipped all our lives
punished for the most unnatural of crimes
thinking they are better than all mankind.
—rrw o6-21-13
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