Desert on the Moon. i ey There is a big rabbit who is pounding steamed rice into cake. On the veranda I see the harvest moon. Few stars defeated by numerous lights but the moon, round full moon, So clear — gold. Eating a rice cake with bean jam, I ask my sister, How can I see the big rabbit? My sister says she knows the secret way to go there. That night, I go there, Desert on the moon. Sand-laden wind blows. i Countless stars twinkle. I walk with my sister searching for the big rabbit. Barefooted, soft fine gold sand steps into the thin spaces between my toes. Following my sister, I grasp the end of her shirt. She says This is our Great Expedition. —Chie Katsuda [10]