Jeff And Sue Poem by Don Tiedemann

With displeasure
the moon regards
the empty house
of Jeff and Sue,
gone to Florida
while the cancer sleeps.
Twenty more good years
(maybe) Sue says.
The moon peers peevishly
through windows
with no curtains,
makes pale rectangles
on buffed floors.
Gone down is Jeff's
megaphone laugh
and his yapping pugs.
Gone down is Sue's
smile that runs
like a rabbit
across her face.
There is clover here
and high summer
but they went down.
The moon frowns.
Leaving here
tall children
and green trees
and dandelions
they went down,
and the mood
of the moon
has turned,
and the equinox
has passed.