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© 2011 by Steve Shilling
This morning, on our trek
to get the newspapers,
my son pointed to the sky
and said, “Look, Daddy,
look, moon!” Perched high
in the clear blue 8 a.m. sky
was a beautiful half moon
on its way to bed and sleep.
“Daddy, can we get it?” he
asked, reaching as high
as he could. “We’ll
have to get a ladder,” I said.
As we made our way back
to the house, there was just
a touch of disappointment
in his voice. Yet undeterred,
“Yeah, we need a ladder,” he
said, noting that it was not
the customary full moon
he had come to know. “We
need to fix it. It’s broken.”
Steve Shilling of McMurray, PA, has poems forthcoming in Re)verb, Burnt Bridge, and Rockhurst Review and has been published in numerous journals, including Crannóg. DASH Journal, Red Wheelbarrow, Reed Magazine and The Loyalhanna Review.
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