What did I think was going to happen?
The moon will wax and wane on schedule—foolish hubris to imagine otherwise.
Twenty-eight days in a sepia haze.
my father who
could
nevercarry a tune
composed one for
who knows if the moon’s
a balloon
i remember
plunking out the notes
on a wheezing
mickey mouse
toy organ
it is hot and muggy tonight
all we need is thunder and fireflies
a packed bowl and a campfire
jump scares truth or dare
ghost in the graveyard
The moon will wax and wax will drip and drip late summer rain the moon will wane.
Autumn on its way, what did I think was going to happen?