Blue Moon

— Jerry Dyer

I was sitting all
subterranean, homesick,
when the moon rose, blue.

It was a blue moon,
sailing through the empty sea
that we call heaven.

Our loneliness touched.
We built between us a bridge:
all reflected light

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