FOLKPSYCHOLOGY
Whatever happened to the baby raccoon
mistaking the moon for her maker’s eye?
I lied: it wasn’t the moon either, just
a shiny lost satellite, neither hers nor mine.
“Wish I might” on that & all you end up w/
is another baby forced to grow up too soon.
You can’t fake love, wisdom, or a sneeze
& expect to please everyone. Curdled light
oozing in thru a broken window is like
an attenuated wind. Only visible.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
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Racoon your mother is
your mother is the moon
so plainly you are lost
wish you might that wish
wish light was stronger
but light is light as wind
Satallite sees your mother
shine she shines she shines
star light sends star light
Bear still as stone come
wake as stone come to Racoon
Bear wake & come to devour
Bear wakes & devours Racoon
when Bear returns returns
Racoon to her mother the moon
On that & all end up alone &
no one neither her nor moon
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