Under The Moon

Cavorting, cotton candy clouds

Light as dust kicked up from the heels of steeds

Rolling beneath the moon.

A golden ring a quarter gone,

Like the ring I can never quite grasp circling ‘round.

Carousal, calliope, carnival, cacophony

Carried on the wind over the rustling wheat,

Like the sound of children

When they find water.

Rising scent

Camels, Corona, Cologne,

Antares gleams…

We dance barefoot under the moon.


In case you cannot find Antares in the next few nights check out Scott’s Sky Watch on WordPress  https://scottastronomy.wordpress.com/2016/08/22/that-mars-saturn-antares-thing/

Photo: By The original uploader was Roadcrusher at English Wikipedia [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Song is “Their Pie” from the film Sweet Land.

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