Last night I stood under a canopy of stars
staring at a swollen, tangerine moon
on a bolt of Prussian blue silk stretched across the sky.
I remembered how, as children
we’d put a ball in our rainbow parachute;
together we’d throw the ball up to the sky,
higher than the clouds.
Now it’s frozen there as a tangerine moon.
I feel small once again.
The whole world is
Now I can be with the moon,
rolling around in a canopy of stars.
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