we all see it.
It is ours.
As we travel
it follows up
guiding
and following.
Yesterday I watched one.
Yellow, large
it hugged the lower part of the sky like a body in a blanket.
It followed the bus
darting past hundreds of miles.
We watched it together.
In different places.
Our moon
hung above us.
Being ours but too far to touch.
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