Blue m O.o n

Scattering thoughts

across the flat surface of the moon

helps no one.

But if the moon fills your galleries

bedeck the halls

with squares and circles

bulging with blue

light at suppertime.

Send your letter by post

But don’t mention the difficult

Time you had in writing it

that only goes to show what

Flimsy things we’re made of

crossed off the list of virtuable

honors and expectipated flaws.

Leap softly among the

lilies lest they bite you

With their weary heads

my friend.