Paper Moon

Driving
Blythe to Phoenix
the moon
hangs at
the end of the road.

A bright yellow orb
bigger than dinner plates
it dances in and out
of the moonlit clouds.

It looks as if we could
drive long enough
and fast enough
to have a meeting
somewhere 
down this road.


     Did you look at the moon last night?  It was beautiful in my part of the world. I'm in a rush.  There is a lot to do.  Can you find a few moments today to write your own poem.  Perhaps an acrostic will make for a quick challenge.  Here is mine.

Make the
Orb big
Or mysterious.
Now it's night.

    I'm sure you can write a better acrostic than this one.  You're welcome to leave your poem in the comments to share.