Moon Memories
How many moons did we gaze at
From that first one in Craftsbury’s skies
That shone on the cross-country ski trails,
Showed the love light in your eyes:
On the banks of the Allagash River,
At our tent in the Everglades,
In the Lake Huron island campsite
Where our food bag was rifled by bears,
At a midsummer fest in Denmark,
In Aruba’s phosphorescent sea
And Saint John’s coral reefs.
Tonight when I looked at the moon
I yearned for the days that are gone.
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