BLUE AUGUST MOON

I walk to the curb and then I jump off.

I plummet to the earth and hold my breath
and wait to hit the ground.

I think about everyone I have ever met and
all the great TV shows that I saw when I was
a child.

I particularly enjoyed watching Mr Green Jeans
watering his tomato plants on Captain Kangaroo

and Mr. Bainter the Painter smearing his fingers
in paint and saying it’s great to fingerpaint

and then my soles touch the pavement.

I notice that there is a little puddle and so

my shoes are a little wet.

But I am just happy to be alive.

Although I would prefer for my shoes to be dry.

Above me is not

A Blue August Moon.