(for Congressman Sam Farr)

Shall I rust the moon?
She flirts behind purple clouds
Veiling her luminous face
Like a trickster
In a bad moon-mood.

Betrayed,
I want to tell her to
“Take a leap,”
And she does
Over the next cloudy fence
Until finally,
Reminder of her manners,
Floats across my view
With a graceful smile
And offers her
Apology.