Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Lunar Logic



Wave goodbye to the moon;

it’s another day.

What it’s still doing in the sky

this morning,

God only knows.



There goes my neighbour

with his dogged pooch;

sees me waving;

strides off for his News.



The moon’s an insomniac,

I want to shout,

not that he’d be interested

in rumours like that.



What makes each day turn

is anyone’s guess:

if it’s not in the headlines,

it must be somewhere else.

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