A poem for the moon

 

There was a reason why she was

so romantic about the moon.

 

It never asked her questions

or begged for the answers

nor did she ever have to

prove herself to it.

 

It was always just there-

breathing, shining and in

most ways humans can't

understand:

listening.

 

 

 

Poem by Christopher Poindexter

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