Moonshine

A Poem from My New Chap

Crawdad Nelson
There are only so many stars
many of them owned already,
and just a little light
that can really be called yours
out of all that pours through heaven.

Always hard to be alive
I mean hard
and when the old folks
lean under the moon to take a drink
they can never get enough

of that moonshine passing
through carved hands.

Published by Crawdad Nelson

I'm a student, journalist, naturalist and forager. I've worked in a variety of occupations, from greenchain puller to small magazine editor, sometimes more than one at a time.  View profile

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