a poem in my pocket

it was almost morning,

half moon and venus were

still hanging at the star bar

watching the world turn.

“earth, ain’t she a beauty?!”

half moon commented.

“she really is, considering

her age,” venus had to agree.

“she’s weathered many storms

in her years…whatcha think

about this global warming?”

“i’m not convinced, seems

earth’s weather has always

been a bit unpredictable…

pixabay image

(sigh) i’m not sure people

are as wise and powerful

as they imagine they are.”

half moon chuckles, “well,

looks like sun’s gonna close

this place down…alright

if i walk you home?”