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A crumpled
Sliver
Of the moon's
Remnants
Lies on its
Wounded side
Awaiting
its one message
To reach a lone
Astronaut

 

His eyes catch the
Lonely sheen
Of its calling
Heap
Below his rectangular
Ship
His Juliet's response
Traveled through the stars

 

He digs through
Her delivered
Moon sliver
With baited breath
To see the word

 

No

 

The astronaut becomes a boy
His ship becomes a desk
All wonder gone
His moon sliver reduced
To a rejected sheet of
Paper




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