Do we know the moon?
We constantly ignore the moon. He comes out each night as we go in. We ignore him as he scans the sky.
He's far away. Was the moon cast out? Made fun of? Why did he leave us?
At least he's consistent. I know he'll be there when the sun decides to quit.
He is all alone. But I know he likes us. He pulls on the ocean and gives us waves, light in darkness, and watches over us while we sleep. What do we give to the moon?
We met the moon once. We landed on his face like an annoying fly. Then we stuck a stick in his eye and claimed him as ours.
But he went along with it.
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