"Night for Moondog" (Moondog poem two)

Night for Moondog

Moondog! Moondog!
Where art thou going?
O, but you walk so very slow,
speak Moondog speak to your poet,
let the world know it…
where you want to go
with your wand’ring light!

The night is dark,
way over here, in Lima,
a dog is barking outside I hear—
the dark is deep
and across the street
a child weeps,
and away the vapor flows
from the ocean
west of my home.

#2207 2-2-2008