My apologies. Here's a much nicer one ...
When The Moon Turned Away
I looked at the moon, and the moon turned away.
I looked at the moon on the water,
and the water turned away.
At least it should have been the moon, or the water,
but those shapes on the water were just the landmasses of Asia,
turning away.
I looked below me and the grasses looked up afraid
in a sick green light
at the moon which had turned away.
The moon was too small anyway, to give much light.
Maybe it was sorry for hitting me that time.
Maybe it was sorry that I turned away.
Maybe it never saw the pain that made me turn away.
I was a moon once, too.
A singing moon.
A bright smiling moon with a baby truth.
A white see-saw baby bouncing up and down.
Look up, all of you.
Come on look up because I am still the moon
and beautiful
in the rear view mirror,
like a woman
not salt-bound, not sad,
not a ghost caught crying.
At least not that.
-- Sharon Mesmer
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