Another Moon

Mama said it only existed in storybooks with its soft surface of  bluebells but there it was spinning so close to the earth that it bent every weather vane in Omaha it was prom night and I thought I’d pluck a few trumpets to bring your Grandma so I pulled our red ladder out of  the garage and climbed to the roof I stood up and imagined I was balancing the moon on my head the narrow windows of  Union Station gleamed like ice chips and the thin faces of the clock tower told me it was almost eight I was going to be late picking Nancy up if  I didn’t get a move on so I snipped off the best stems and hurried back down to my Ford I sped through every stop sign on my way to her parents’ house she was waiting with her arms crossed trying not to look upset I think she thought she was going to get stood up so when I popped open the door and told her to get in she couldn’t help smiling a bit she asked what’d taken me so long and I figured I should go ahead and give her the flowers I’d brought her I’d set them back behind the steering wheel to not ruin the surprise I told her she was the princess and I was the knight who rode into the stars so he could flare their notes to her on a blue horn