poem # 1
i suspect that i am upsetting you my dear,
no worry, it will all be over soon -
the sun is setting in an orange explosion
on the horizon, and if you turn you can
see stars- the man with the telescope on
the corner finds us guilty of passing by
and shining lights on his face
- and then i remember looking for crescent moons
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^in the grass
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