There was a ring around the moon tonight
perhaps hundreds or thousands of miles wide,
I imagined myself swimming back
to you in that pink plastic dress
that shone in my picture frame that night
before I thought of adding two plus two,
like me and you in our five by three world.
So I reflected on this matter and beheld
myself not to be so different from my friend,
the moon, surrounded completely by a ring
like you want to do to me while wearing
that pink plastic dress on this rooftop
under the final boiling sky of Fall.