Circle of Encounters

Hyperbole

"If the moon were a medal,
I'd take it from Heaven
to hang round your neck.
I'd take Orion's stars
to make the chain
and a cunning clasp."
He smiled as I spoke.

"But the owls will not take
their delirious wings
from the moon's wan face
and Orion is hunting
the negligent bear
through the galaxies.
I faint when I climb,
and a loon is wailing
I'll die if I try
to snatch the moon
from the firmament."

When I said this to him,
he replied with a shrug,
and got up and left me.
"No poetry of soul,"
I said to my beer.
My beer said nothing
as I drained my glass.

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