Chalk Moon On The Sidewalk

Paul climbed a ladder
to take a look on top of a cloud.

It was not the thousands of pink balloons
he expected to see holding up the cloud.

Paul refused to tell me
what he saw on top of the cloud

until I tilted a windmill of my own
and I lived in the desert near Albuquerque.

Paul cautioned me that the turbines
on the wind farms do not count as windmills.

I think he wanted a loaf of bread
to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I asked him to listen to the birds
and I would be home before the moon disappeared.

I was delayed at the grocery by a beautiful checkout girl
who was unfamiliar with how to count back change

on a cash transaction
and nearly missed my self-imposed deadline.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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