Date With the Moon

The western sky, brushed with peach,
The promise of a nice day.

There’s an air of eagerness.
An intended rendezvous,
A date with the moon.

Now plump, his face peeks from behind the clouds.
Glancing to the sunset and gazing at me.
He promises to be ready,
And, so will we.

Leanna Feb. 2005
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