In Dim Light

In dim light

From the crescent moon

And a ring of

Artificial stars,

The breeze blowing

The flags a bit,

Bill singing

In the Blue Moon

Drunk as hell,

In dim light

I moved our gear

From the Lir

To Bald Pate Too.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From The Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:17 PM April 20, 2015

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