We chased down the moon
and the rabbits were
out
and soft little
breezes
were ruffling about
and we drove in the
wake
of the crescent on
high
the largest we'd
known
in our history of
skies
there was nothing to
do
but to follow it
then
til the clouds drew
the curtains
and shuttered it in
so we drifted the
breezes
and turned our sails
home
while the rabbits
white tails
caught the remnants
of moon
Sara Mathews October 4 2026
