A pastiche poem by Debbie Frampton and Robert Frost
2002
Whatever you do tonight,
Come and fetch me.
Drop everything!
Burst into my narrow stall
as reckless as the best of them tonight.
Let’s go up on the hill and scare ourselves.
mix sparks with stars.
Is it too late to drag you out?
Come, if you’re not afraid to
hit or miss the moon.
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