WHAT I DID IN THE MOONLIGHT by James Lee Jobe
I planted my grief in freshly turned earth A tree grows there now You should see the size of it
I filled my wheel-barrow with all my pointless regrets I put them out by the curb A truck will pick them up on Thursday
I spent some time following my cat She led me all around our yard stopping to rub her face in mint I rubbed my face in mint, too
The moon shone on and on climbing higher above the park across the street "Who can stay awake longer?" I asked her as she began her long arc back down
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