Mistaking the sun for the moon, walking through the crags, we cast rocks into space and grasp at stars. Mistaking burned feet for a lunar glow, bleeding from major and minor cuts, we smile and daydream through pain. Post navigation ← One Day (A Pantoum)How to Read Poetry → Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *You may use these HTML tags and attributes:<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong> Name * Email * Website Δ
