He used to think, yes,
a blue moon is rare, every couple of years,
but it does occur, hence the saying.
He was young enough.
When it happens, yes,
you will be outside somewhere,
the lights not so bright you can’t
glance up and behold this auspicious event,
stare unblinking, believing, yes,
now is the moment
to turn around and
standing right behind you,
stunning you,
a riveting look of mutual recognition,
it’s love.
He would muse about the idea in years to come
on rare occasions,
recall it happening
not even once.
Lanning Lee 