Um, yeah. Well. It’s getting ridiculous now.
I’ve been playing round with a couple of pieces again today, & I just kept coming back to a phrase a friend messaged me after reading Saturday’s poem which was, er, about the moon. She said, “I really want to frame this.” Being the sort of person who takes praise well, I replied: “what the poem or the moon, uh-hahahaha?” “Both.”*
& so, this.
the woman who wanted to frame the moon
with mere admiration
through dark glass
in a shared over
she wanted it
all for her own
she could see
recompense for a life
too long lived
[legal disclaimer**: the only connection between my friend & the woman in this poem
is the jumping off point described above.
To my knowledge she does not desire lunar-ownership of any kind.
The rest, as they say, is licensed.]
**[legal disclaimer disclaimer: my friend is a lawyer so this only seems prudent]