The full moon shattered like a crystal ball
While he was trying to dial home
The night went dark
And we were none the wiser
Just called it a new moon
While she found the proper replacement,
"Perhaps a button will do?"
She fastened this piece to our sky with phosphorous thread
It flickered a bit catching the Sun's glow
And her eyes, two zipper flys, filled with delight at the sight of a frozen creation
Filled with life
Movement
She squinted in time to see the ping of the Paleozoic
She hushed and hid as she watched one of us leap to the moon
Still attached by needle and thread
She peaked back dodging dots sailing beyond their ripple in the sheet
She felt more than pride
Something like a word she hadn't sewn yet
Doubt?
Where did she hear such a concept?
Had she already learned it from watching us?
She reduced to timidity hadn't the heart to secure the moon
Just left it dangling from a thread
"It's more 'beautiful' that way?"
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