you’ll think it’s just silly, wishing for another moon to keep this one company   except, you do know what it’s like, I’m sure, pining for someone at a distance   usually one-sided and based on very thin and long strings of affection   a barely acknowledged love for one a crushing ache for the other   from what I see, the sun is just one of a million things to shine on   I bet you be moved to see a pair of moons in the night sky, in a slow spin around each other   and this ti

suddenly thrown back to the 60’s how would I defend my possessions, which I use, and comfortable pot of money, which I need?   The Establishment was the enemy, material things, the gluttony of our parents and money a shared necessity never a stockpiling goal   I’d tell anyone who’d listen that the Age of Aquarius never became the song, we took jobs, made careers, bought houses, got married, had kids   became part of the Me Generation, completely selfish souls doing whatever w

three houses down, my neighbor Gary sweeps his sidewalk each morning, and vacuums the news that walks by, that floats over fences or slips out the cracks in windows   he’s the grapevine of feral cats, weather, who’s selling, buying or remodeling, dying cactus and the newly planted, parked cars that don’t belong   and in whispers – the latest Alzheimer’s victim, quarrels behind slammed doors, police lights spinning at 1 a.m. at one house, two wailing ambulances at another   hi