Strawberry Moon
Brett Sparks, Rennie Sparks
The night we saw
All those raccoons
Crossing the yard
Just starting to bloom
Right past the porch
Where we sat in our chairs
Two ran cross the roof
One over the fence
The night of the strawberry moon
And you and I
So tired and quiet
Wanting no more
Then the soft ruby night
The moments unfurling
Slow shady ferns
Cicadas are singing
Risen up from the earth
The night of the strawberry moon