What I Did In The Moonlight
I planted my grief
in freshly turned earth
A tree grows there now
You should see the size of it
I filled my wheel-barrow
with all my pointless regrets
I put them out by the curb
A truck will pick them up on Thursday
I spent some time following my cat
She led me all around our yard
stopping to rub her face in mint
I rubbed my face in mint, too
The moon shone on and on
climbing higher above the park across the street
"Who can stay awake longer?" I asked her
as she began her long arc back down
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