#moontan

by Mark Strand

The bluish, pale face of the house rises above me like a wall of ice

and the distant, solitary barking of an owl floats toward me.

I half close my eyes.

Over the damp dark of the garden flowers swing back and forth like small balloons.

The solemn trees, each buried in a cloud of leaves, seem lost in sleep.

It is late. I lie in the grass, smoking, feeling at ease, pretending the end will be like this.

Moonlight falls on my flesh. A breeze circles my wrist.

I drift. I shiver. I know that soon the day will come to wash away the moon’s white stain,

Bought this for $1 today. One of the best rock albums ever. I’ll die on that hill.

My 3rd vinyl copy now of this…

I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel There's a voice in my head that drives my heel It's my baby callin', says I need you here And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear When she is lonely and the longing gets too much She sends a cable comin' in from above Don't need no phone at all

We've got a thing that's called radar love We've got a wave in the air, radar love The radio is playing some forgotten song Brenda Lee's comin' on strong