After a night of music (the Shotgun Jazz Band, finishing their set with a soulful "Basin Street Blues"), my pal and I stopped on our walk home at a quickie mart for a snack.
I stood around outside. A young woman exited. Did you see the moon? she said, excited.
She pointed. I looked. The moon hung low in the sky like a chunk of nibbled cheese.
How had I not seen it?
A guy exited the store so we showed him too.
My pal and I enjoyed our snacks later on, standing on a rooftop balcony in the warm evening, looking at the moon in wonder.
Saturday, March 11, 2023
the moon
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