When Golfcourse Becomes Moon, etc.
Submitted on 01/12/2019 at 2:05PM by JarJarJedi
is at helm, dragging my friend
in and out of blue shadow traveling
in patches below full moon: wild, shifting
quiltwwork of twilight and sleep
makes golfcourse become moon as I
can see nothing but gray rolling hills
with the occasional flag; I glance
upward looking for a blue ball saying home
is distant yet somehow real
and I'm to stroll TV moonscapes
I know to be golfcourse
hoping for flags and sometimes
counting heaven's porchlights.