By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
Everybody Writes a Poem About the Moon
Everybody writes about the moon
Often trying to force a balky rhyme
Along the continuum of spoon and croon
Which just won’t fill the bill, the quill, or the time
But the moon is there, whether we write or not
Silver and cool, beyond our scribbled praise
In contrast to the sun, golden and hot
Promoting himself through all of summer’s days
Everybody writes about the moon
Who in her being is all the rhyme we need
Does the Moon Write Back?
Sometimes I wonder: does the moon ever write
A poem about me or you?
LogoSophia Magazine 