Moon Song

They sat outside our dorm singing the Moon Song. It was his favorite. Even she knew it. He sang, “Yadda yadda goo goo.” She responded, “Doodoo doodoo wah wah.” This would go on and on.

I imagined them singing the Moon Song for decades even after a long day of fighting and making up. When they grew old I imagined them singing it to each other in their hearts.

Indeed I hope so.

But we didn’t have air conditioning. My window was open. This was exam week. And that’s my lame excuse for shouting, “Shut up!”

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Originally appeared in Whispers and Echoes.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

21 thoughts on “Moon Song”

  1. Sweet imaginings Frank. I hope they did. I don’t know the moon song. I looked up “banana what a crazy fruit” song this morning. Rusty Crayon 1958. Remember that? I thought of it while I was eating a banana. Shut up has a lot of translations, I have stories.

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