This Poem was Submitted By: carole j mennie On Date: 2003-01-07 09:49:13 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Blue Moon

Lately, my June nights have been sooty, like our empty coal bin before we converted to natural gas. I remember clearer nights,  and bright streetlights. We walked to the Blue Moon Cafe, blue neon reflecting onto the sidewalk and June bugs crackling underfoot no matter how carefully I stepped in my shiny new mary janes. We feasted on frogs legs,  mother and I, whenever she wasn't waiting for romance, or a heavenly meteor shower. I was no different. My blue tam-o-shanter was chock-full of little gold shooting stars. She waited through twelve Junes, and twelve long, white winter moons, smoking her Pall Malls, until finally the wrong guy came along.

Copyright © January 2003 carole j mennie

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