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the moon and me

when i was a young boy,

it was the ancient face

that cows jumped over;

when i was a young man,

it became my chaperone

and followed me on dates;

and now that i’m old,

it’s the pocked and ruddy

face of an adolescent–

by these observations,

i can only surmise

that when i die,

the moon will be born

–photo by me (double exposure)

18 thoughts on “the moon and me”

  7. This is beautiful…also looks like an embryo! I love this and your words this morning. You inspire me to notice the composition when I’m taking photos! Have a happy day! Blow a little snow my way!

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