We all fall

A formidable domino
Not a dry eye on the playground
Triple wronged
and how

he has an acronym for everything
so many he can't keep track
but he expects you to

A Moon Poem

When made known
more poems spoke of her 
her lightness
her likeness
than the whimsical flight patterns of state birds
than the white heat that emanates off stolen first kisses
than the surly tides of an Indian ocean crashing
onto a heavenly shore
than tiny things like courage, pride and hunger
than the kindness of even Mother Earth, herself

Full faced
Flushed puce
more luminous than ever

She sheepishly replied:
I am over the moon.

Go on my son

You're all our sons

for a while,

bearing down,

going on,

trying this and that,

belying the bounds.

You occupy this space,

and so you are occupied,

with the town's

sum total of an aspiration.

Uncertain symbiosis

keeps the parties in the moment,

this has been a long time coming,

this time-lapse.