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Long Moons Ago

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Winter full moon setting over Wellton, Arizona just before daybreak
 


Long moons ago I had a penny;
I thought it was a lot of money.
I clutched it, saying, “I’m so rich now!”
My father thought that I was funny.
 
The years have passed, I still count pennies,
But this I count a much greater boon:
To linger near the palms at midnight,
Admiring the fullness of the moon.


 
Poem © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Money”

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Brown-eyed girl

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 

A penny for your thoughts,
brown-eyed girl.
Can anyone grow wise
thinking only of the stars?
When shadows nestle in your hair,
becoming bent and crooked—
is that how wisdom begins?
What about the young boy
who loops himself around
the boa constrictor
and survives to tell the tale?
Will you be like him?
Will you have a tale to tell?
How will you begin?
A penny (that’s enough)
for your thoughts,
brown-eyed girl.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #124