Full Moon
I don’t see
the night sky, not the way he does
he points here and there
explaining once again and
I forget, not because it isn’t important
but because I don’t see
the way he does
Driving home tonight I saw
your face, yellow moon
rising above the road
between the slice of rolling hills
so large I wanted to stop
to keep you forever
It’s perspective he said
It looks bigger when it is next
to an object we understand
like the cars in front of us
We kept moving
no one stopped
red taillights marking the
way to you, your full moon arms
and no one stopped
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