Moonville

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You may think
you have to escape the city
to really see the moon, but
in the right corners of RoseAppleFarmVille
away from the glowing McBoxes,
in the darkened yards that
rub their backs against the tree rows
and where the cornfield drinks up
the light pollution,
you can shut off the house lights
and step out on dew-tipped toes –
ten steps …
eleven…

An owl croons like a country cousin,
and you crane your neck
and wonder where the night sky
has been all this time.

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  1. Beautiful. Love your poetry.

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