“Posters of Neil Armstrong get rolled ”

Lots of little boys want to grow up and go to the moon.
Most, like me, will have to settle for picnics in Arizona;
Or girls who do not accept them until they are too old
to fit inside those snug space capsules,
that we kept color photos of, hidden beneath our beds.
Lots of little boys want to grow up and go to the moon.
I pity the responsibility of the father;
To tell his son the truth, waiting on stackable chairs
just outside the optometrist office.

narrative poem written on 12-07-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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