missing leaves of tattered notebooks
telling stories where the moon looks
drying up in light of day
when all the magic goes away
faces met and ears bended
round the sound of beers upended
secret songs of private joys
another one to tell the boys
another one before i go
i shouldn't really but you know
we're only just as good as our
last encounter with that power
tattered notebooks missing leaves
and promises of yellow sheaves
of corn hung crossed above the door
forgotten and recalled once more
Errors of Judgement by Wayne Myers