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The Fingernail
Perception is everything
To many, a moon is:
A crescent, or simply “the moon”
Perhaps constructed of cheese.
Tell me, what do you see?
As the shape grows and shrinks..
It has lived through many phases
A luminous globe
A slice of lemon
Sometimes it’s all just a blur
A shadow..
I once thought, the sky was a backdrop
And at its center lived a glowing sliver
“Look daddy, a fingernail!” As I called it
Holding my infant index above my platinum fluff
And yet, to this day
Despite those many names
The moon always, and forever shall be
The fingernail in the sky.
To many, a moon is:
A crescent, or simply “the moon”
Perhaps constructed of cheese.
Tell me, what do you see?
As the shape grows and shrinks..
It has lived through many phases
A luminous globe
A slice of lemon
Sometimes it’s all just a blur
A shadow..
I once thought, the sky was a backdrop
And at its center lived a glowing sliver
“Look daddy, a fingernail!” As I called it
Holding my infant index above my platinum fluff
And yet, to this day
Despite those many names
The moon always, and forever shall be
The fingernail in the sky.
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