in the morning
on the sunniest day of the year
the moon would like us all to know
that he did not get enough rest
half clothed
half undressed
he hangs right beside
the skyscraper's sunglare
he doesn't scramble for the clouds
to cover his face
to hide him away
from the world
for just a few more hours
he just rests there
naked
all his shadows
in the glaring truth
of all that morning light
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