I wonder
How many people
Are watching
The Moon tonight.
Just above
The bourne
It rises
Huge and white.
Like a face
In a globe
Bloated
And distorted,
Resting just above
The horizon
On the road
Before us.
It’s a genial,
Happy face…
A little pale,
A bit grim.
But as we get in
The car
And head
Towards it;
It opens its mouth
And yawns...
And we drive in.
My last thought
As it swallows:
“I won’t do that again.”
@pixa
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