Poem 6

Once I saw the setting sun facing the red, red moon 'cross the big, big sky
made small by them looking so hard at each other
(so hard)
much, much majesty
waiting and watching . . . (waiting and watching)
it was Everything and Nothing all at once
The sun and the moon
O! the impassive sky
1 plus 1 equals 2
like you and me before becoming we.
Then that glorious sun was gone . . .

There the moon
O! the midnight sky
the moon, the desolate sky
and the road
Only the road and what has passed
or is passed by

(What tales do wily bluesman weave
'bout a man and a woman when that
woman leave)
Every schoolboy knows
1 plus 0 plus 1
'cept if you're the one gone like me remembering me without you.
1 plus 0 equals 0