Moon has imagineded herself a socialite
Its haughty laughter dripping champagne
Arrogant gestures of a bejeweled hand
She has smiled diamonds
In return for a glass of Cognac
To gaze down she has half-forgotten
The childhood rhymes
Adages that transformed her into blue cheese
Which now transform her from
a piece of crater rock
Written: circa spring 2002
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