Rather than serenade
the roly poly retreating sun
she cradled the
crescent moon
clutching it
in her cushioned kiss
she blew bubbles that
rolled and bounced
off the sides of
serrated satellites
threw arcs of light up
like confetti
and painted the heavens
in ghost colours
that glided down
the sky
to kiss the earth
goodnight
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