Moon is mine
With me but not all the time
Like an old friend, Moon
Sidled next to a barn
Suspended over a mountain
Peering over a cloud's shoulder
A slivered streak sinking in bright blue
Harvesting howls and eyes and wheat
A buddy bright outside my window when I sleep
Some chase Moon, know what Moon does
They know Moon's phases and many faces
Not me. Not my Moon
Moon chases me
Rising... Falling.... Playing hide and seek...
And I smile each time Moon's face meets mine
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