once upon a clear, clever moon
I fell from myself one tender afternoon
but not too very far
'cause alas I'm back on that bar
you can't go through life and forget the little four
liners and flowers
you can't forget your childhood and all its story time
reading hours
by plight of near night
and through dusk unto dawn
why, I can make myself visible with the touch of this
pen-like-wand...............
(written Sept 22,1992 am)