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​Love Note to the Moon Hangin' Low
by
Suzanne Sunshower


​Luscious lobe
just beginning to loom
large in the true-blue
semi-dark sky: I would bow to you
monstrous hemo-globe
were I not at the wheel
of my tiny human's car.

Go ahead you ovum-ish orb,
grow out-sized, hang low
and dance in my rear-view mirror.
Guard me as I sail
through the crisp countryside
beneath your penetrating
​blood moon stare.