Another Word For Moon
by Astara
A circle of white tonight
converts the sky a dizzying blue
A crushed leaf gleams
glorious against the concrete.
I am walking.
I don’t need my sweater.
My shoes flip flop into the sidewalk as I go,
a song of dusk.
My feet are hands, my eyes can taste
my heart can hear, my skin has eyes
my hairs have stood up on my arm
looking too. I am walking at dusk.
The words grow in me
faster than I can translate.
Flip flop. I see the moon.
I see the indescribable blue.
There is my house.
I see the sky fill the world.
