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Claire's Poetry Corner | Mar 11

Apollo

by Elizabeth Alexander


We pull off

to a road shack

in Massachusetts

to watch men walk


on the moon. We did

the same thing

for three two one

blast off, and now


we watch the same men

bounce in and out

of craters. I want

a Coke and a hamburger.


Because the men

are walking on the moon

which is now irrefutably

not green, not cheese,


not a shiny dime floating

in a cold blue,

the way I'd thought,

the road shack people don't


notice we are a black

family not from there,

the way it mostly goes.

This talking through


static, bounces in space-

boots, tethered

to cords is much

stranger, stranger


even than we are.

 
 
 

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