Moon

by thelifesavour

We sit side by side on the bench at the table on our terrace

and watch the huge gold coin of full moon

rise majestically from behind the bombed out shell of the Holiday Inn Hotel.

 

I think how many other times I have seen the same moon,

under other skies,

between other buildings,

over other mountains.

Sometimes crooked. Sometimes upside down. But the always the same moon.

And to me the same slight image inside, two people dancing, holding out their hands to each other in delight. 

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