on the Moon

Around the converted warehouses
Down on the river by the old mill
Summer clocked in
On Saturday night
Liberated from the chill
Of the north-easterly
The people got out to the bars and clubs
Celebrated living
A drunk lad cried
“It’s the Strawberry Moon!”
Floating up over Dragon Hall
Observing how the phone camera
Always makes it look small
He encouraged his friend
To stop a moment
To feed his soul
And I stopped too

~

n.b. Just an observation, not really a poem. I hope you saw tonight’s moonrise too.

CLP 22/06/2024