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 Moon PoemPoets are always writing about the moonNobody writes about the sunThe always whole sunNever waxing or waningShining down tyrannicalArrival so predictableLike Dad home from workAnd you know what that meansTime to get your shit togetherOr whatever it really meansIn your part of the countryIt can mean everythingAnd where ’s the fun in thatSome things are too perfect for poetryThe moon on the other handIs only ever occasionally complete And some nights it doesn ’t Even show up at all. Ha! we think.That ’s me!Mostly just slivers of myselfAnd when I do finally put it all togetherIt ’s usually on a cloudy night Nobody seesOr even tries to look In the morning I haveTo give it all back Even when we do shineIt feels like stolen light8/7/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - August 7, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs