I see it.

Am I the only one?

The Moon

Risen two-thirds of the way

Above cloudbank, her

Man-in-the-moon face

Clearly visible,

His head tipped to his right

Rests at this moment upon

Outstretched shoulders of

Pillowy, opalescent cloudbank.

In perfect alignment

Head and shoulders

Momentarily meet

For the old man’s

Late afternoon nap.

Too soon their parting.

Earth turns.

Moon rises.

Clouds drift.

The eternal is the ephemeral.

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