Taking off soon
Going to the moon
Won't come back
Til the middle of June

The moon has never fascinated me like it does some other people.
"Mystery" "Romance." "Beauty." I look at it and think, "a nice
little light." Once I saw the crescent moon at dawn, hanging right
over the Crescent Building, downtown Ithaca. Would have made a good
picture, if I'd had my camera.

I'll join that cow
Jump over the moon
Laugh like a cheetah
Cry like a loon

When the moon's full and low it looks good enough to eat. Some stuff
amazes me: Mount Rushmore, snow up close. The moon's a comfort but
I don't think about it much, except when I have to.

Big yellow ball
Floating balloon
Shine on us all
Harvest moon

I'm told the moon always keeps its same face to us, and pulls
the oceans up and down. Now if there'd been two or three of them
going around up there, but just one ... doesn't seem quite enough.
How many would you want? They could each have a real name, then, too
because, "the moon"? Like "the earth." So generic.

Saw the moon
At half past noon
Float over a dune
Like a granfaloon

I'm glad I'm here and not on the moon. Looks like we lucked out,
we humans. Up there it's just craters and no color. No seasons,
which I'd definitely miss.

Croon a rune
To an old spitoon
Full moon's a boon
To a hewn raccoon

Moonlight is cold, but it can draw me, like the open fridge at night.
Call of the moon. Butter is there, and maybe some tasty leftovers.

--Mitschlag Bastante (AKA Juani)