Classrooms on the moon
where young poets learn
meaningful dreaming

and semiotic touch–
                                          which
parts of their own body
they should listen to
most keenly,
                           and which
to keep at a respectful
distance, mere ancestry
snoring way inside.

In those pale lunar chambers
they learn that urgent skill:
to speak without assertion,
hum and sing and watch the sky
and let the reader drive.

                                                       1 October 2022