HALF-MOON
Skipping home with plenty of libations,
I noticed the half moon late at night.
Staring at its glory I notice its non-darkness and non-light.
I noticed the manufactured beams that tried to shine,
with various tints of various kinds.
Trying to outlast the divided moon and maybe
Perform even better than the chopped moon that was way too high
The semi moon didn’t notice didn’t even bat an eye.
It seemed to be proud as that ½ moon does.
The job it was doing was just enough as it was.
The chill set in and the others came
Dark and foreboding the clouds holding rain
Grabbed and Strangled the incomplete moon in a sadistic game
It was obvious she was dead
the steel blanket covered it
With three or four seconds of dread
After that she shined with an exhale and a spit
And showed half of her face
that only could hold half the beauty and half the grace.
It was done and over,
the finale of the play.
I picked myself up,
I knew I could not stay.
As I laid my head down
with time slipping away.
One question intruded my mind
“Why would anyone divide a moon that way?”
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