sitting on the back deck,
drinking coffee and
longing for a cigarette.
the full moon swallows
the black sky,
and i wonder if you
see that too.
maybe now you
see a different
moon—
or a moonless sky,
lit by the glare of
a million stars.
or, maybe,
a black void—
nothingness.
i watch an owl swoon
and wonder what
that must be like.
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