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the moon
is a
big fucking
chunk of
something tonight.

we first
noticed it
creeping upward
through the
low lying
clouds draped
in orange
as we
wrapped up
happy hour
by the
beach with
friends on
our bikes
heading home.

the moon
is a
big fucking
chunk of
something tonight.

blaring like
an obnoxious
horn from
out behind
the towers
in the
distant night,
the kids
looked at
it for
ten seconds
and crawled
back into
the safety
of their
phones.

the moon
is a
big fucking
chunk of
something tonight
and i
noticed it
in time
to bare
witness.