Last Night As I WalkedLast night as I walked up the hill to you
I saw a tiny crescent moon above,
Barely risen in the purpling sky,
Meager and lean, like a chewed-off thumbnail,
Embarrassing in its stark impotence,
A tittering little burp of a moon.
Feigning indifference toward this obvious sign,
I averted my eyes and kept walking.
Poetry by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2021-06-13 at 17:44
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