Moon-chalk Hands
I drempt that you and I
sat together on the surface of the moon.
Our hands and feet were chalky—
lips parted,
eyes bright,
as we gazed out at the stars
we could no longer view
on earth.
4 thoughts on "Moon-chalk Hands"
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This is beautiful. I can see and feel it.
Why am I envisioning this as you and Maddy?
I enjoyed your poetry last year and it appears that I will do so again.
The chalk is what gets me! I love that image.