Fill the Empty World Full

Fill the Empty World Full

He said, with his shoes still on
shirt pocket full of moonlight.

Pour and keep pouring
until we need canoe down the street
paddle around vending machines and
office desks that float like buoys.

Loose the heavens like you’d spend spare change
for forty days and nights let it rain.

Fill the empty world full of wonder again.

© 2009 Andrew Kooman