You will grow out of playing with spoons
and eating paper
you won’t always be scared
of the moon
but there is wisdom
in your newness
after all
they say the moon was born
of a collision
a rock roaring into Earth
perhaps you are close enough
to the ground
to remember
we say, look
a pretty balloon
in the night sky
but perhaps all you see
is debris
suspended
white
bone.
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