i remember nights when the moon
was irresistible.
you had to stop what you were doing,
pull over,
or linger on a sidewalk
and gaze up at this celestial wonder.
how silver, how cut, how golden
at times it could be.
large or small,
a mere eighth or whole,
it hung in the sky
as if a promise that there is so much
more going on in this life,
that we don't see.
we just have to have faith,
move forward,
and believe.
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