Poem a Day 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Eraser Cleaning Redux
Will my son one day
Explain the moon to me
On a street corner
In earshot of a passing stranger?
I already know the moon so well.
But maybe I'll pretend?
I'll be the part that's only sort of there
Slowly eclipsed by a brazen boy.
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