The Old Woman Gets Drunk with the Moon by Hailey Leithauser The moon is rising everywhere; The moons my favorite easy chair, My tin pot-top, my green plum tree, My brassy buttoned cavalry Tap-dancing up a crystal stair. O watch them pitch and take the air! Like shoo fly pies and signal flares, Like clotted cream and bumblebees, The moons are rising. How hits-the-spot, how debonair, What swooned balloons of savoir faire, What purr of rain-blurred bright marquees That linger late, that wait for me, Wholl someday rest my cold bones there In moons that rise up everywhere. The Old Woman Gets Drunk with the Moon by Hailey Leithauser, from Swoop. © Graywolf Press, 2013.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 12:06:55 +0000
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