the washing machine is quiet on blue moons
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

never Harvest ones
or the Hunter's moon
it waits for that second full moon
of the month--the one scientists estimate
comes tripping along every seven years or so

then it sits in absolute silence
and wonders if the man can see him clearly
if the moon's really made of cheese
whether the blue tinge
means its cleaned
with detergent
like flushing out the pock marks
on its surface
is akin to scrubbing out
a grass-stained knee

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