A waning crescent moon
Brilliant glow overhead
It is inopportune
That to view it means I’m dead
Tired — because my days
Start at the crack of dawn
Seeing moons, any phase
Means I’d have to first pass on
Sleeping — when I like to
When the orb is out
Blue moon Gibbous or New
I’d mourn the late me — no doubt
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August 8, 2016, One Word Daily Prompt: Moon~ <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/moon/”>Moon</a>