James Lee Jobe writes

You can follow the moon, it's one way to end up in the sky.

On the street people walk like they are proud
Of their clothes, like they are in love with their phones.
And in the fields the plants are telling each other
Stories that they learned as seeds and roots.
Time is a hammer, beating a bent nail straight
The way that old men do, trying to save a few pennies.
I am almost a pauper, close, but not quite. 
There is the moon, rising in the purple sky,
And by God, I am going to follow it.

 

Hammer Time -- yigitkoroglu