ONLY A HALF A MOON

I walked into the dusk
and found
the moon waiting for me —
half present
but as pleasant as always.

 

It  was all there was
up there
where I stared.

 

Covered by
the shadow of the earth
and a few opaque clouds
it appeared ethereal.

 

There were no stars
and I needed none
to be undone
by the lunar beauty.

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