8/15/08_2002_WaterColor3_Poem by Betina Hershey RussoMoon, oh sweet moon
My rusty red room,
My buttery shades,
My hampers and toys,
Are all jumping with joy
Just to see you up there.
We're dancing the mambo
With beams in our hair!
We're spinning like weavers
Inside of your loom,
And yet you don’t waver,
You dreamily stare.
Oh Moon, can you see
The chaos you cause
When your calmness invades
Like a calm sort of noise?
I don’t see you blink.
No, you hold firm
Though I wave my whole arm
And I yelp and I squirm.
Yes, what do you think?
There's a look on your face -
Is it sweet dreams and grace?
Or is it alarm?
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