silver
moon, your coin
brilliance
sitting
in the black pocket
of sky.
I see neither
head or tails,
nor edge.
just a moon.
a light
we both would see
together.
I wonder if
you see it now from
where you are,
this many years apart,
from where your
bare trees rise outside
cold windows.
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I love the moon sitting in the black pocket of sky. Think I will steal that.
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