Well?

Location

89014
United States
36° 3' 47.9484" N, 115° 3' 9.108" W

The moon rose
from her throne in the sky
just one inch, tonight.
There is something too pure
about the night.
Not "pure" as in "innocent".
But "pure"
as in
still.

If I stand still enough,
I can hear the trash of the city
roll beneath my feet.

A man just came outside
from his home, upstairs.
I guess he saw me standing
above the city's trash
and staring at the moon.
I wonder how many other people
have done the same thing
when I wasn't looking.

How many other people mistook me
for phantoms of forgotten love
dead mothers
twisted stories.
I must be an urban legend
by now.

It is odd to think that I came
from a star.
Something so big
yet so small in our eyes.
It's hard to think that I came
from a star
because
while all I ever do is look up at them
I only ever look down
on myself.

I'm going home, now.
I am afraid to walk
in between the cars,
that little gap.
Mom says animals, monsters
hide beneath them.
And, while I scoff at this thought
when it's light,
I very much heed this thought
at night.
And, because I love this woman,
this round-eyed
ignorant woman,
I think she's right.

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