Bring down the Moon
1 min readJun 20, 2024
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One time there was some kind of party for humans
In the square surrounded by restaurants,
And the clouds were clumping, trying to
Achieve rain.
And a little boy pointed
At the faint fingerprint of the half-moon
On the blue sky.
He looked as cute as he could since he couldn’t
Talk yet. Looked again at the Moon, looked at me,
Pointed as hard as he could,
Desire and longing printed on his face.
You’re big, he’s saying, you could get
The wonderful thing in the sky for me?
“Yes,” I said, “it’s beautiful isn’t it?”
At last somebody who understands!
An even cuter grin.
“But you can’t have it, sorry.”
He was disappointed but dealt with it
Bravely. He got interested
In a toy wooden tractor.
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The first Carey novel.
