Many Moons
“Many moons! Many moons!” he cries as he breaks from me,
face to the sky, small and running down the slope, arms wide.
“But I only see one moon—” “No! Many moons!” and
“Save the moons!” he cries.
"The poem is the cry of its occasion"
Many Moons
“Many moons! Many moons!” he cries as he breaks from me,
face to the sky, small and running down the slope, arms wide.
“But I only see one moon—” “No! Many moons!” and
“Save the moons!” he cries.
