she started staring at the moon after tom robbins
the first time she looked at her, really looked
luna was a thin smile
penciled onto the sky
a bow moon

lately the moon looks like she's dipped in clouds
oreos in milk style
just right for cows to bat their lashes and dance
under the cookie moon

she wants to dance the way cows and bulls would dance
under the moon
twirling and swirling
tails flying in the air
eyes contently closed
cowbells chiming a rhythm of their own

its a marvelous night for a moondance