"Poets."
You visit an old witch on the outskirts of town.
She gives you the moon to put in a satchel.
She tells you how to shake like a coconut
and where to put it when.
You ask her how many moons she's already given out
and she shakes her head, not more than there are in the sky.
But Saturn has moons and Jupiter has moons and maybe
many others.
So, you take your bulging satchel home
and you do everything she says.
But in the city, there are 500 other new moons
being shaken and held, and others, old ones dried up
into mothballs with age.
The moon in your satchel is fresh fruit.
Eat it now and buy another tomorrow.
Make the old witch rich.
[LAUGHTER]