Morning Moon

The early summer hours
bring back childhood patterns.
Following the morning moon across
the sky as I travel from road to
road, I smile and count the craters.
In my contentment, I embrace this
state of peace fully. Right now,
it's just me, my thoughts, my music,
and the moon. Real life doesn't exist
outside this existence, not right now
anyway.

Published by Kelly Severseike

Writer & Poet

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