The Moon Was Staring At Me
Inhaling deeply, I exhaled s-l-o-w-l-y
The moon, perfectly full
was staring at me
one-dimensional, a shiny white circle
plastered against the evening sky
I searched its lines and ridges, curious
if there was a message for me somewhere
though that notion seemed so unlikely
I tossed my head back and laughed
at which, the moon made a face
then draped itself in the mystery of
swiftly passing clouds
but when the clouds passed
the moon had quite vanished
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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