No moon for
you!
I hadn’t permission
or clearance to offer it!
That was very ballsy of me
and honestly
why would anyone deserve
the sweet moon
soon to curdle,
parked too far away
from itself
away from grasping fools
like me.

Limbach is a Dad who kvells. He’s been active in the Huntington Poetry scene over four decades, with extensive dormancies. Blue collar roots. Long time Labor Activist sans sabbatical.