I was sitting on the steps, near the mailbox,
watching late night cars catch up
with thier headlights and then pass by
and i was wondering if i loved the moon
enough to walk a mile underneath it
and then swim underneath it
all alone.
while i wondered the moon rolled
slowly through the sky
out from behind a tree
and, after an hour, it had found a piece of open sky
and was staring right at me,
and while i waited for a sign
the invisible bugs predicted in the past tense,
a history that hadnt happened yet,
of 'katie did' 'katie didnt'
which wasnt helpful
so i didnt go.
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