There were boats. All sorts of boats, on a rosy sea with beautiful views. But where was the moon?
|Where I looked to wait for the moon|
|Because halfway across the yard, there she was.|
|If I ran back up the yard and climbed the ladders, it would be too late.|
|So I didn't.|
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon
|Orangeness grew and stayed for a long time. Oh moon!!!|
Have a tensionless Thursday. Do something totemic.