SHINE ON (POEM)

Shine On


The TV astronomer belittles my harvest moon,
My huge, brilliant, orange, haunting moon.
"Bend over and look at it through your legs.
It won't look quite so big then" he boasts.

The newscaster has a harvest moon tip too.
"To prove that it doesn't get larger as it rises
Just hold a dime up next to it."
Why not just use the wrong end of binoculars?

Once a year it comes reeling up slowly
It's only design to spill awe and joy
And these little men in the black box want to tell me how
I can diminish its power and hide from its beauty.









What brand will have the first neon sign on the moon I wonder?
Of course, it will be something more progressive than neon.
It will be some new thing that creeps in your windows even if
You live in the outposts of Bristol Bay and use fur for drapes.