Under the Pull of the Moon

My knees buckled my toes trampled
thousands of years away from home
and half way around the shrinking planet
it’s dazzling it’s gloomy
there is plenty of room
anywhere we are we are
under the pull of the moon
it’s never too late
or too soon.

A pair of canyon-weary travelers
a man of percentages and a whole woman
middle aged and still hostelers
here before weren’t you
learning a lesson?
are you still relying upon
the pull of the moon?
It’s never too late
or too soon.

A giraffe who grew up in the big city
fell in love with a savannah antelope
both of them rejected by family
who will win or lose?
whose dawn will rise?
the usual or those who
ride on the pull of the moon?
It’s never too late
or too soon.

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