Slice of Moon Dessert

Tonight in my car caught
from the corner of my eye
the moon

A moon the color
of the Harvest moon,
A wedge, an orange slice
suspended low above
the lake

Pulled on by the karma
of the freeway
persuaded by the murmur
of the motor to go home.

If I'd been free
I would have parked right
in the seventy mile per hour zone
pulled off my shoes
skipped across the cool, dewy pavement
smack, smack, my feet

I would have stepped out
onto the lake, the water cool
and smooth as glass
on my soles.

Would have plucked
the orange moon from the sky
dipped into the clouds
smelling of citrus
taken a bite.

Critiques

Name: Katya

Email: turkishmosquito@hotmail.com

Insight:

this is one of the most memorable poems i have read: "i would have stepped out onto the lake, the water cool and smooth as glass on my soles." I've felt the same way so many times, and the next stanza is beautiful.