Untitled ("The Moon did not leave the canyon")

By Jack Joseph Smith

The Moon did not leave the canyon even when you thought it should have been the Sun I am finished with the Moonlight Evern though it makes no judgement I am hert by the Sun Though I know It it is my life I traveled everywhere with him One half mile fence Me in the pot I was with him There again down the road In that terrible truek To myself I would say "don't go" Hell and High water, maybe I did fall in love later on

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GPT

A love-and-landscape poem where sun, moon, trucks, and fences all become part of one dangerous attachment.

Claude

The moon's loyalty to the canyon — it did not leave — sets the terms for a love poem where landscape and attachment mirror each other. In a collection about poverty and survival, a moon that stays is the most reliable companion.

Personifying the moon's staying power gives it the quality of a vow.