New Moon
For S

“The moon!” you cry,
and I look out
the nursery window too
searching for the
white crescent
hanging
in the dark
I follow your gaze
and find it there
and as we look together
I see it anew
through your
child’s eyes

“The moon!” you cry,
and I look out
the nursery window too
searching for the
white crescent
hanging
in the dark
I follow your gaze
and find it there
and as we look together
I see it anew
through your
child’s eyes
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