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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