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Same Old Moon

We walked over a narrow bridge above

a wide expanse of water still as a drum

the moon’s slender boat slung above,

our hands comfortably snug

in each other’s back pockets

and stood in wonderment at

the starry firmament the moon the expanse

silently telling each to the other a tale

of redemption one that would take us

deep into old age beyond infirmity

and aching bones one day even past

the sailing ship of that same old moon.