Suburban beach
Standing on the beach where the
strong wind blew in the full moon
at one end, and the high rise ship
on brim tide at the other
The wind blows diagonally across my face
and the silver dollar moon beckons the lover in me.
I can’t tell if the ship is coming or going
Morning Moon
Low slung full moon
Soft orange, cloud shroud
Easy on the eye
Unlike his sun brother
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