Suburban Moonrise

Alodial lands of Illinois
O propriate earth, the yellow rose —
To have, to hold, to use and to enjoy
All that aforesaid manor, field and close —
The yellow rose and the slender tree
And the deep earth under them —
And to his executors in fee
Forever.
O — Forever!
On the stem
Justinian the great estate
Revolves in the prescriptive sky
And lot eleven, subdivision eight,
Wheels toward the public moon.
(We keep the gate
Latched when the trespassing stars go by)
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