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Mooned
He put his hand on my butt, at my age
Maybe I should have mooned him full of rage
'Twould be nothing like the act, he'd set stage
The eclipsed moon awed, let me give applaud
Spiritual thing broad, now staring unflawed
The eclipse was beautiful that long night
Years ago, when Luna flower bloomed white
As observed from my small place near the bight
Sad state of affairs, when man touched backstairs
With Him pain she shares, looks at moon upstairs
Hand on my behind at my old, old age
Left me distressed and somewhat confused, awed
Years pass, I don't cry during the dark night
Time has healed; talking with the Man upstairs
Copyright ©
Sara Kendrick
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