they've given the moon
a set of names.
harvest
or wolf. depending on
the size
and color,
the distance from the earth
or sun.
whether shaved
into
half, or quarter
or eighth.
maybe we all should
have a few
names.
instead of one.
we don't always feel
the same,
or look the same.
why not? instead
of james,
perhaps edgar one day.
or George,
or ringo.
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