SuziCate's Musings

Shooting the Moon



The neighbor shouted,

Stop taking pictures of me.

I’m shooting the moon.

His nakedness falls

to the cold, wet ground as he

pulls his robe around

misconstrued calls and judgment

of his own grandeur

while I snap again

in awe at this slice of light,

truth in perfect form.


Comments on: "Shooting the Moon" (4)

  1. exquisite poem and image.

  2. Thanks, Joss. This was a fun one…just flew through my mind as I lifted my head from the pillow this morn-I wonder what kind of dreams I’d been having, lol!

  3. I so get you just flew through my mind comment! This prose made me smile!

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