Full Moon

I pitied this side of town.  "Oildale? What's that?"  Not much to see, not much to say.  Any side of Bakersfield I would be fine with, but why here? It's an arid, dry piece of fruit; no juice and no flavor. Inside my room, my sister and I were listening to the radio. Stevie Wonder's song, "Isn't She Lovely" was being played by the DJ.  I looked out my window and past the oil fields I saw the moon.  I unlocked my window sill, stuck my arm out, and tried to reach for her.  She seemed so near as if she were to whisper some secret right into my ear.  I wanted to tell her to take me away but we were both miles apart.  She shined so bright on this town that it suddenly struck out to be something so stunning.  Oildale was being suffocated; and  the moon, she gave it air. I couldn't stop staring at her.  My eyes were relaxed just by the sight of her. If Stevie were with me we'd both wonder, telling each other, "Isn't She Lovely?"