[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #5 Moon Shine

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The moon hangs low and large in the sky tonight.

“Harvest moon,” Daddy mutters,

his eyes full of moon shine.

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We stand together on the edge of the corn field,

our shadows long behind us.

The corn is taller now,

but still not tall enough –

browned too early by the late summer sun

and the sky’s stubborn refusal to give us rain.

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“Harvest moon but no harvest –

well now, ain’t that funny.”

He scuffs his boot into the dry ground,

turns on his heel,

heads to the barn.

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I watch him melt into the darkness,

then reappear, bottle in hand.

“Get back inside to your Mama,”

he calls across the yard.

“Tell her I’m going into town.”

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I nod.

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It’s a moon shine night,

and I know he won’t be back till morning.

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