3 Moon Poems

Moon Park
invisible in day
starts stirring
as dusk settles.
Meet me my love
at Moon Park.

There is a place
on the far side of the Moon
that’s home to the shadows
that have been left behind.
They walk those moors
on that grey world;
itself a shadow
to a larger body.

Call me
the Moon poet,
and i’ll
light up!

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