#howlloud

I think the poem I wrote to bring and read last night’s Howl Loud, the monthly meet up on the blue bridge at Bayou St John to howl at the full moon was too political, a buzz kill, even though current events were the inspiration for this event. I’ve already written the poem for next moon. The Moon does not judgethe empires they have witnessed which rise and fall like the tides The Moon did not…