Kapolei the Moon (for Ray Bradbury)

at the Village Center
all kids end up down here
at this yellow line
a race they don’t know they’re running
momentarily swept up in their parents’ arms
cart ships abandoned
they soar once more
countdown to time’s old travel takeoff
hold me close now
don’t leave me behind here
a barren planet
it scares me
how we all grow up in identical boxes
little expensive red dirt boxes
how we all walk among us
interchangeable peas in a pod
all these futile flying protective arms
foreign and domestic
only a temporary force field
against falling off the edge
some rye sense of humor there
how it may come with a soft landing
as all grow eerily older
grow stretching their own long tentacles
clones of love
the next generation
even out to Makakilo Mars
and beyond

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Happy Birthday to Ray Bradbury. Today’s word is


Use it in a piece of writing, any kind of writing, and either post it and link to me, or simply leave it in the comments below. I would love to read what you write.

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