Hole In The Hedgerow

Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink


Following the Moon

I’ve been running from the lives I’ve left behind.


Vagabond orbiting the earth,


Following the lonely moon,


The one friend I know will be there to the end.


There’s more to life than seeing the world,


The moon knows that best of all.


How I want to teach a dog to swim,


Sit and watch the seasons turn,


Paint a windowsill for the birds.


But It’s hard to find home when running away from one.


I’m settling for anywhere I lay my head instead.


Existing in the darkness between the firefly lights,


Fading slow in the moonlight.



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