At last,

they finished the tightrope

to the moon.


We walked on out our

window, and after some time

our shadows upon the earth were as

long and distant as a comet’s tail.


We reached the moon and

strolled down her blue

unpaved boulevards,


and shopped in her

round empty windows,

and slept on her cool stone fields.


From a dewless savanna

we watched the world rise

half dark, turning like a sonnet

between sudden moonlight

and white dawn,


and we wondered what

new was burning.



–by Chip Corwin

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