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Moonwalking

by Oonah V. Joslin


That night the Moon was
different
from any moon I’d seen.

That Moon was
an empty place
with an imaginary face.

This Moon
was a bedroom,
a dream of exploration
in Earthlight;
a place to take a giant leap,
stride beyond limitations.

It hung
just above our rowan tree
within reach.

All eyes on Earth focused on that
Moon
that vision

tranquility based.


Copyright © 2009 by Oonah V. Joslin

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