Poem: the moon walks

Preface: I seem to be developing a thing for the moon.

"the moon walks"

the moon 

cut into the canopy

by the teeth of the gods

audacious it soldiers above us

daring to soar

sail boats

over our blue eyelids

and down the gleam on our hair

combed down backs of heads

it hums brazen

a laughing stamp of hope

walk

moon-proud

alive as rock

turn turn turn

and it is an etching

watching the

paper yellow trees
shine

sing

joy

and

crawl