Tonight the sun shines
and I can’t figure out
where the moon has gone—
I miss the moon and
her midnight advice
silent observer, the stars
keep her honest.
The sun
I can’t trust, can’t look in the eye-
what does she hold, protected
by blindness?
A secret, a lover, a culprit
a grimace?
Maybe one day, frantic
and worn,
I’ll look to find- my moon
behind the sun’s blinding
darkness.
(written by Lisa Albinson illustrated by Lisa Albinson)
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