March 16th, 2007

learning

The Daily Doggerel: Today's actual post

I Miss the Moon

Growing up in Florida,
rockets rattled the windows.
The moon was right there.
We could grab it.

I was going to be the first,
a lunar architect, at nine.

Then an astronaut's kid
stole my bike.

Spaceships started
exploding.

A teacher
died.

I don't look up anymore, but sometimes
I see her reflected in the mud.

© mckenzee 2007
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