Her Life
The moon steps out
in the daylight-
like a fingernail
on the floor of the sky.
She recalls how she shone
in the darkness,
reflecting light
of a star that she isn’t.
On and on, she pushes
against gravity,
shaking the waves into tides.
She longs to be more than
an object,
a mass trapped in orbit
in space.
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