Moon Watching

We sat next to moon watchers, on beach benches
listening to Shattered, scattered
echo From the Beach to Point

Everyone sang along
knowing
someone, somewhere
is recitin’ em’
in their rockin’ chairs.
“She bo ba… bitin’ the big apple”

And we watched the moon, over the band shell
listening to scattered, Shattered
bouncing from the Stream to the Harbor.

With words that
lay, way
inside your mind
we watched the moon swaying
in and out from the clouds
Rockin’ along, Rockin’ along

and we sang
to the moon over Long Island…
“get off my cloud”

Copyright July 2019

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