Homeless Moon Poem
New moon pulls seeds burst
Son huddles under
blue plastic tarp,
calls it a condo.
Teach him to watch clouds,
hovering over sea is trouble.
Cash acts a backpack pillow?
New moon pulls seeds burst
Gold fall and
green Faiche Stiabhna,
whisper its name
Tell him to write the recipe
hiding in a concrete crip.
Was the message hidden?
New moon pulls seeds burst
Passerby ignore homeless
brown under nails,
smell like porta-potty
Speak mentor of roots,
a silky sound dulcimer.
Can you find empathy?
Crystal ball's blind
if he gets off the street.
Phases of moon encourage
a child to grow and flourish.
He's seven.
Dark blots the light.
Dark blots the light.
Caroline Gerardo copyright 1/1o/2017
