This is What The Moon Thinks About 0/5 (1)

I wish I could recite to you,
all that I know of Earth.
Although, I have kept a respectable distance
from her, for billions of years,
I have learned everything
there is to know.
I envy her-
everchanging green, blue, gold.
Rolling cascades of milky
vapor glide across an invisible
orb— her halo.
I am only a descendent,
of her being,
the leftovers.
This is the reason
I was left,
half encased
in an unbearable
blackness.
Insufficiently caressed,
gilded arms pay no matter to
the darkest of me.
My only will:
her ocean.


James Bowie High School

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