naked in front of the moon
naked in front of
the moon
i took my fishing pole and cast into the ocean blackness night so dark as i searched for the moon’s light
the powerful white-crested breakers wet my clothes
as the full moon finally appeared from behind a cloud’s cover the beach now shone fluorescent and alone i stood removing all the wetness clinging to my cool skin
and stood naked before the moon—
for this moment—that was all that mattered that was all that mattered in the world
michael domino
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