The Moya View

Tag: experience

  • Our Secret City

    Our Secret City

    I wander through this secret citymapped in the words we only know,and we can only define.I am the citizen of you and you of me. Everyone we know drives bye,their cars filled with everything we ownflying out the window.The next vanishes into the mistbeyond the curb of what we once were.Or, is it, will be?Where…

  • Living the Half Life

    Living the Half Life

    The drought has made July linger. The air smells of sewer booty, sweetgum, sassafras, fescue, concrete and asphalt. On this long summer day when the light and heat decide to linger— parents let their children play well into the night on the community’s green. Their laughter and the croaking of frogs in the rention pond,…

  • Lightness of Age

    Lightness of Age

    In the moonlight, with grace and style. the old folks start their first time dance.Young, they watched winged flight, felt the warble with delight. In the patient beat of time, knew the stepof the meadow’s light.Now, snowflakes later, they finally dance with the wind, this special harvest night.