I found your Moon for you

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I found your moon for you.
The one you promised me was full.
Around the top of the bamboo hill
Through purple clouds it came in view.

A great round thing that cooled the sky
Just like you said, though you were gone.
And I, atop that hill alone,
Watched your moon go drifting by.

Passing a House

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Passing a House

Returning to work I pass a house.
Repainted four times, that house.
I remember when it was white.
Sort of.
What I really remember is the moon –
A sort of full moon
And a few dwindling stars in a sky full of slate.
The sun was not up, but we were.
I felt the heater’s hot air on my tiny arms
And I looked up at the cold moon.

I could not tell you the name
Of the family that watched me those early mornings
When Mom had to go to Chicago to teach,
When I had school,
When Dad was off flying helicopters in a war.
But I remember their maple wood table, deep amber wood,
I remember chocolate chip pancakes.
Dry pancakes, moist chips,
And a sort of full moon.