My Rock (explanation of title of last poem)

At the back corner

of the thrift store -

for only a dollar -

I spotted a real

live lunar sample -

a charming example of

the mooner stock.

I found it resting in

the water on a fish

tank floor, and swore

I wouldn't be complete

without a lunar rock.

And so I, barely able

(with the fish tank and its table),

carried home this little stone

and placed it safely upon

the empty half of my bed

and since then -

I have watched as the little

fish have swum in and through

and around him

I have marveled -

he doesn't glow

he doesn't grow

but oh, I love him so. . .

- April 18, 1988, A.D.