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I love you to the moon and back


Every Fourth Thursday the poet laureate will take us

on a writing walk along the Rio Grande Bosque.

The lightening shortened our trek and she asked us

to go home, write a Trite poem to the moon.


You Oh great Cheese One, I howl at your lumenence.

Draw me like the hackneyed ocean waters to your core

Have the cow take a threadbare jump over your orbness.

and inspire every poet to pine for those sterotypical faces

that left town and never sent me a copy of our book.