DID YOU SEE THE MOON LAST NIGHT?
You mean that orange ball o' fire,
so full I thought it'd pop,
so bright I watched birds fly
over midnight shadows of clouds
and stars cast on my black-water river?
Yeah, I saw it.
Then I took it.
Took it from the sky's cupboard.
Rolled it in my hands.
Licked it like it was a ball o' chocolate chip cookie dough.
Ran my tongue around its sweet craters,
then swallowed it whole.
Fire grew in my belly.
I paced with one hand on my arched back
and one on my mound.
for it to deliver me.
This morning I gave birth to a sun.
c a r o l d. o' d e l l
j a c k s o n v i l l e, f l o r i d a
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