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What I Told the Moon

by Kathleen Wilson

Looks like
you've
changed into your
dark sequined gown.

Your smile widens
as if you know
something I don't.

It's not true,
you know.

It's me
that makes you smile.

Let's admit
I put those sparkles round your head--
(They're my ideas.)

I tossed them up to you,
steam rising around me
in my cauldron
from the effort
after rain.

I'm just here
floating innocently,
looking up from my
very hot jacuzzi.

12/27/2009

Author's Note: published in Lunarosity, April 2007

Posted on 12/28/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/01/10 at 06:49 AM

i love moon poems. it's so far away and so close, which makes it majestic always...either way, this is a cute little concept. i love the gown line...very vividy and sparkly. excelente.

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