Kimonos in the Closet

The Acres of the Moon

46 The Acres of the Moon This morning they are auctioning off plots of the moon. And everyone wants to get a share. Tycoons are arriving in their long limousines. Priests and druids all decked out in their regalia are fingering their beads and shaking their rattles. Shepherds from as far as Mongolia are milling around along the fringes in the company of their flocks. And, of course, lovers are lining up two by two in their nightclothes and their negligees. The auctioneer is a thin Bulgarian man with a butterfly mustache and a tweed hat. Word is they’re going to sell off the dark side one acre at a time. Then work their way around to the prime real estate that is always so aglow. By noon it will all be spoken for. Some will walk away empty handed. The high rollers will buy up all the craters and name them after their daughters. I’m hoping to get my hands on a thin strip where the dark side meets the light so I won’t feel like such a trespasser each time I gaze up at the sky. ...