Precious Memories

He always sat on the moon alone, Ten letters underneath spelled his Creator Fishing for stars in a garden overgrown Would his company ever be greater Than only the Man in the Moon? Pole unattended, he walks the equator He returns to find a catch not a moment too soon A girl, hanging by the hood of her jacket Singing a solidarity tune Unhooking the small packet, He sets her into the freedom of space, But she bounces back next to him, a ball off a racket And as the two stare out into the night’s face He wonders if the second throne Of Dreamworks is her place.