merely freckles we are
from the moon’s point of view
with a one-eyed squint
her telescope drawn
pondering our purpose
where we went wrong
does she feel the love drift
from the earth to the sky
resisting the hatred
does it make her cry?
A quadrille poem of 44 words, including the word “freckle”.
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