Under a leaf? Seems like a perfectly good place for a pen cap.

the moon,
half full, stares
down at me
standing still
on my ramshackle
balcony
and i can only
grimace back
and tell it,

‘stop being so pessimistic’

hung awkwardly
in the still-lit
sky of April
it has arrived
too early
and sits low,
with its arms crossed.

no punctual crime,
this ill-timed
meeting of us

two

who both wear
the same face.

evening will
fall
soon enough.

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