Yo también ví muchas lunas
by Duane Michals
"When I was a little boy,
it seemed to me that there
were many moons.
My grandmother had a moon, and my other
grandmother had one too.
We had a moon over backyard, and my
best friend Art had moonlight in his bedroom
from his moon.
When we visited our relatives
in Chicago, I was not surprised
to discover their moon.
Then one night, as we returned
from a visit to my grandmother
I watched out of the car's back
window and saw her moon
follow us home.
Her moon was our moon
there was just one moon!
Now the sky seemed so empty."