Neighbor Friend

What the moon saw

Was a brown-baired girl

Playing private eye on her lawn

With a flashlight beam

Catching off my window.

I gave her a baircut

That afternoon in her bathroom.

Standing on that cold tile floor

We compared feet sizes

As her bair fell like brown leaves

Around our ankles

Leaving our toes on jut out

Like rocks on the seafloor.

She said men's feet

Were too bent in general

And she covered her mouth and smiled

And said i could have been a statue

Holding down a great beast

Like Davy Crockett.

And her conviction was ageless.

And her bands were silent