October 1st, Full Harvest Moon
- Kathryn Martello
- Oct 1, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 19
We are talking about a lie I told 10 years ago.
You laugh, “That’s not even that bad!”
Our eyes fixed on the moon.
We crane our necks back breathing heavy.
“Derek,” I say, “that’s fucking Mars.”
My mouth is dry.
It’s cloudy but you can see it there next to the moon.
“That’s a whole different planet, &
we’re just looking at it.”
The clouds roll over the moon,
one rectangular mass.
Like a cargo train, no end in sight.
Together we decide it looks like snow.
Like before the road is paved, but people go out walking.
Footprints in the sky, backlit by the Harvest Moon.
Written Fall 2020
Art Credit: Helene Graham
