the moon

mid-day and staring at the blue sky. not uncommon. but the occasional afternoon a moon crescent unexpectedly hellos.

when i was young and in the back of the family minivan, the moon was chasing me. most nights its size was precisely that of my thumb nail.

the light of day can merely hide. for even at noonday, the moon hangs whether seen or unseen. and though i forget (and though we didn't go in '69), it is neither further nor closer than it ever was.

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