Randomness

i don't care much one way or the other
about Neil Young

but it happens every so often, as it did
two nights ago

when i was driving back from Abingdon,
and i saw the moon--

this too large and too heavy-looking
thing in the sky

shaped like a half-eaten hedge apple
but red, or orange

or some color in between--and even
though it's December--

two months past the proper time for it,
the sowing,

i thought, driving north on forty-one,
that's a harvest moon

and i thought of some song i've never really
cared for all that much

one way or the other. i'm not even sure now
what it was

i was actually listening to.