the blemish on the moon <br />was made to be seen as <br />a patient old woman <br />ready to wrap me in her <br />white clothes smelling queerly <br />of old age that gave some security <br />or a spritely rabbit ready to jump out <br />just to amuse me with her flurry coat <br /> <br />i failed to pass on that moon <br />to my son whom the stars <br />lured into their web of reality <br /> <br />...all that i knew at much older age <br />he knew right as a teenager... <br /> <br />i still seek the old lady <br />and the fluffy rabbit up there <br />while he engages himself <br />negotiating the here and now <br /> <br />19nov2009 <br />14.28hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dis-enchantment/
