The orange August Moon The orange August moon is an eight piece brass band parading through town and If you listen closely its song leads you home The orange August moon reminds me to stay still sit on my hands and listen to the sound of my heart I’m still alive The orange August moon makes my shoulders drop, my heart ache, my eyes well, and my knee bounce like my father’s did every morning when he read the paper I will call home in the morning The orange August moon politely asks me to stop and say hello to who I have always been All my other selves take turns cursing the moon for demanding the truth