An old woman tends the garden
Outside the duplex lunarium

A small yard fenced in
With soil and pebbles

A large telescope sticks
Out the top of an attic
Converted into an
Observation tower

Inside is one bed
Where the whole family sleeps
A knock at the door
And the house awakens

You were stirring when I woke you
And now you’re stretching
Bright eyed with a sweet face
And couldn’t be more alive

Claustrophobic breakfast now
Sunbeams shine through windows

I’d love to stick around
If there’s room for me
I’d love to take you out
If you’d go out with me

You’re warm when
The sun goes away
Curtained by clouds
And the drops rain

Your hand is a comfort
Outside the house
In the meadows
Across a lake from the city

We’re so far away
But again and again
We’re drawn to the house
To the lunarium

To tend to its gardens
Ecstatic wardens
And carefree as can be
So paradoxically

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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