EATING ICED MELON UNDER THE MOON

 

 

EATING ICED MELON UNDER THE MOON

Eating iced melon under the moon

Seems like thIs should be a festival somewhere

And starlight refreshment, movement of the clouds

Over the moon like a jade flute played

The whispering of foreign trees

The whispering of foreign trees

Is like music you said to yourself in a dream

Where luna moths danced

And the children stayed up a long time

Listening to it was crabapple whispered

By faux historians

Irrelevant Imagination’s dowered stories.

nary angela douglas 24 march 2024