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Chicagoetry: The Moon Must Be Heaven, DesolateThe Moon Must Be Heaven, Desolate The moon must be heaven, desolate, We have been to the moon sighted. Perhaps the ghosts Feasible as fear, as mortality, as every day We can't help but wonder, even worry, We screen every call, refresh the batteries if we take them out at all in public, We listen to the world more intently a car engine revving suddenly, shouts, gasps, So, in this configuration, the sun - we golf on stardust - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * Kindled Tindall: The Novel * The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance Posted on November 9, 2017 |
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