The Spike or Victoria College Review 1936

Carte Blanche

Carte Blanche

Up in the hovels of heaven,
up in the slums of the sky,
ten thousand little stars
huddle together.

The moon, decorous and stately,
is a tall lady,
who comes,
sometimes,
and smiles,
whispering words of comfort,
and dropping silver pennies into the outstretched
hands of the poor;
but she never lingers long,
she just comes,
sometimes.

—J.D.F.