Moon Rock


In the park is a piece of the moon,
     Encased in a dome.
It's in the building
     With the big steps out front.

We could go and see it, stand before it,
     Imagine ourselves up there
Walking through the rich thick dust
     Of that extremely empty land...

I like it better here on this
     Blue sea, green tree planet—
Although that other place
     Looks quite fine in the sky at night.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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