2012

No Man on the Moon

Frank DeBoever

I was looking at the moon last night
It was like peering at a scene from a
Harlem Renaissance story or novel
It was like smoky poetry
All misty and alluring
Come to me she is gesturing
My moon is no man
Yes
She is all misty and mysterious
And it’s night
And she has something to say
The bright lights of man
Cannot hold a candle to what I got
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Time for a New One (For CMJ)

Frank DeBoever

My favorite living poet
Has risen from the ashes
To bless me
He always blesses me
That not-so-long-ago-day
We met at the neighborhood pub
(Where I suspect many poems are given birth)
Remains fresh in my heart
Men talking music and poetry
Until we could slur no more

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