there's a piece of moon
in the broken sky
but it's enough
to brighten the ground
until a skidding cloud
dims the light
patience.
takes patience to wait
for a clear night
and a regular moon
patience is its own reward?
i don't know.
when the night is made whole
maybe i'll know then.
(c) 2019 -Bolingbrook IL
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