Poem Five


When the darkness started,
there was a half moon
and a million new stars
we lay in the yard
listening to crickets
and inventing constellations.
I pointed out a submarine
that floated toward
a ten-tentacled
squid monster
drinking tea to one side.
you described
a hillside of sheep
chasing the barbarian hoards
ready to eat them.
I couldn't see this, but
you swore that each
twinkling was a sheep and
those close to another
were capturing and devouring
a half-giant.

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