Moonsong
By Jordon Shinn
The moon is a lover for lonely people.
Look up at the night sky — there she is,
she is shy. She pales white when you
glance at her. You can blow kisses
to the face of the moon. She will kiss you back
when the wind blows. When cheeks blush red
as Yantai apples in February moonlight,
in the midnight air — she is there.
She is your lunar lover. She lies down
with you to bed. She caresses your head
and strokes your sweet hair. She whispers,
“I’m here.” She lets you sleep well, dream well
of springtime, of white wine and Wendy’s,
of free Jr. Chocolate Frosties from coupons torn
from yellow phone books. / Look, our brothers
have come home from China now — they never
left us. We’re riding bikes down Duck Street.
We’re playing soccer with bare feet in summer
heat on green lawn… / In the morning the moon
sits on the housetop and watches the sunrise
just to make sure, before leaving you lying
less lonely. She’s heard your howls
for company. She’s kept her lunar light on.
She’s slept with you all night long until dawn.
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