Moon in the Window
I wish I could say I was the kind of child
who watched the moon from her window,
would turn toward it and wonder.
I never wondered. I read. Dark signs
that crawled toward the edge of the page.
It took me years to grow a heart
from paper and glue. All I had
was a flashlight, bright as the moon,
a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.
"Moon in the Window," from FACTS ABOUT THE MOON by Dorianne Laux. Copyright © 2006 by Dorianne Laux. Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.
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