moon

moon poem by steven james humphreys

nothing like

the aloneness in the night

looking up at the moon

wondering if it’s really there

it seems so

that it stays

when I look away

and then when I look back

it is there again

through the clouds

when the night breeze

makes the tree branches move

like arms reaching out to me.

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