After 'sighting' by LP & 'Two Scenes' by AD

Further sightings
by Rufo Q

Nobody in Paris
had seen the moon
until Atala;
now it's everywhere.
Just last week
there it was,
mid-afternoon
like a slice of bone
marrow.
Out-of-town friends
took me out
to take my mind
off it
but mulligatawny
& chicken
chow mein
couldn't stick me
together again.
No, what I need
is country stars,
hordes
of them, stetsons
cocked, cooing
on the boulevards.