Waiting on the moon

I pulled a poncho over my PJ’s and walked beyond my town tonight, out to where the houses gave way to sweet smelling, new mown fields. I kicked my way across the hay and stood on the edge of the horizon in the cool night air, said ‘good night’ to the sun, and waited on the moon.

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