Typed Word Series

Present Moon

I can't give you diamond rings

No tiara, no shoes

None of those fancy things

But I want a little something

A token of affection for my muse

I can build a rope a quarter billion miles long

And wrangle the moon to your door

Though destroying the tide's song

Is a steep price to ask for

To see a smile on your lips

So I'll build a spaceship

With all the shiny blinks and blips

And flares enough for a starship

All you'll need for launch day

Are your comfy pants

And a basket of snacks

I'll bring the long oars

And a flag to impress

So there'll be more than footprints left

When our bones are old and grey

A flag

To tell the people

We didn't overshoot

That we found our star

5/29/13