Poetry | Dark Poetry | Life Below the Moon

The Narrow Horizon

A moonrise interrupted

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There’s a little sliver
of horizon
visible from
my backyard,
and I can place
my lawn chair
on the right spot
in the grass
on the right evening
of the right week
of the right month
and watch
the full moon rise
over my brick wall.

I’m no astronomer,
nor astrologer,
nor do I know
which I’d need to be
to need to know
which evening,
week, month
that is.

But AI tells me
what day
the full moon visits
and what time it rises
over my wall
and over my
backyard.