Monday, January 14, 2008

Alec Ekmekji: [Cool, the moon...]

the moon I know knowingly glows
beneath my bare soles
as I gently step
step gently,
try to step gently
among craters.

But ancient pebbles
perforate the skin
and create craters
that creep into the souls
of me and the moon and I wonder: why be a

Copyright Alec Ekmekji. This poem has appeared in Birthmark: A bilingual anthology of Armenian-American poetry, 1999.

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