the moon arrives into view
inching into the observable sky
it will cast shadows
with its night light
blue gray unlike daylight
corner of the room
still crash into the walls
clumsy in sleep
outside now waiting for the moon
to move closer overhead
some things are wondered about
more than others
might get lost in a TV show
but I get lost in the sounds of tonight...
©2024 nicefro press, Ryan Lessard random thoughts & poetry
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