a poem for G.K. Chesterton

Relaxing in the dark

the moon appears

luminous in the trees

above my yard.

I wonder who started the rumor

about the moon being

made of green cheese,

when clearly it is Havarti curd.

I savor a bite of extra sharp

New York style cheddar cheese

and say, the next slice

is for you, Mr. Chesterton.

8-31-20