Star Man

by john clare

Can you recall that summer of seventy-two
When that star man offered to take you to the moon?
How his contraption looked woefully underpowered
And how you balked to climb upon the launching pad?
At long last word arrived that it was far into the night
before the lift off was accomplished over a sleeping
Orange Hill.
As the star man gazed down upon the narrow lane
The moonbeams glowed on the Grotto
Giving an emerald way point should the
contraption make a return landing.
But it didn't and the star man journeyed on to the moon
Where once there
His contraption did crash
Giving him much, much too much time to ponder
when he may afford to repair the contraption for a return
voyage
To see if she still wants to take that ride to the moon
before it is too late.
And so with her little camera in hand, as the moon
grows into its most brilliant illumination
She points the contraption and captures another
blurry beam
And dreams of the time in seventy-two
the star man offered it all to her in full
resolution.