Looking up as I walk:
Light-bright, a lovely site illuminating twig-fingers
Waving goodbye to the day.
Above the mud-slush and trickle-trickle
Something tickled my shoulder.
So I scanned around,
Until I found
The moon up there.
A fat-half hanging in the blue…now showing
The lopped-half orb, shine-power growing
in the purple-dark,
on my bed against my sleeping-eyes
It might wake me up.
Or not let me go back to sleep
Having made my way back on the dark trail from the pee-cave.
It’s my friend, so I won’t be too mad about the buttery band
slashing through my naked window.
It can’t do much now against the sun
powerfully plumping up purple buds
but it waits, patiently
for its time