I caught her
spying this morning
returning from my jog
saw her perched behind
sheer cloud curtains
they rustled
and she was gone
some nights I have
pushed aside my blinds
and, seeing her
snuck up to the roof of my building
infatuated
I thought she never noticed
up past bedtime
queen of her world
secretly dying to know
how the other half lives
I had no idea
the moon was so curious
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