My eye caught "thumb-top of a moon" in this piece. It makes you think that you are so big compared to the moon, that you can cover it with your thumb. But yet, you are so small compared to it.
I sit criss cross on a checkerboard blanket
at the park. You're spread out, head in my lap
hand in the sky, waving at the thumb-top of a moon.
We can cover it with a single phalange, yet
its millions of miles away.
A flashlight for us-
unseen.
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