I believed there was
a woman on the face
of the moon

She cried and it rained
on the earth.

We would sing to her
to stop, so we could
chase our bouncy leather ball.

When we cared less,
we'd played in her tears
never seeing our acquired

muddiness or the emptiness
of the street.

I blink those days away
when I look at my
little son.

~Jude Ifeme
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