and who am i walking with?
a friend send me a poem tonight
moon rondeau by carl sandburg
i was just thinking about snails carrying moons on their
backs
about the longest day being the start of summer but at the
same time the beginning of the shortening of days
my favorite flowers have start to wither
and bonnie prince billy sings
about weakening his darkness by holding it close to him
loving it, being inseperable to it
and then this
"Love is a door we shall open
together."
So they told each other under the moon
One evening when the smell of leaf mould
And the beginnings of roses and potatoes
Came on a wind.
Late in the hours of that evening
They looked long at the moon and called it
A silver button, a copper coin, a bronze wafer.
A plaque of gold, a vanished diadem,
A brass hat dripping from deep waters.
"People like us,
us two,
We own the moon."
So they told each other under the moon
One evening when the smell of leaf mould
And the beginnings of roses and potatoes
Came on a wind.
Late in the hours of that evening
They looked long at the moon and called it
A silver button, a copper coin, a bronze wafer.
A plaque of gold, a vanished diadem,
A brass hat dripping from deep waters.
"People like us,
us two,
We own the moon."
some people I walk with every day
every hour, every minute
