Looking Out the Window
I shall spare you the corny stuff
about you and me gazing
at the same moon
Perhaps you have already
drawn the curtains
and shut out the circus
of the night sky
The moon
the stars
the helicopters
impersonating
celestial bodies
with flashing lights
Maybe you have forgotten
the lunar maiden
like an exiled lover
She grows weary
of her high palace
her platinum gown
The tinny music
announcing
her entrance
for billions of years
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