Chin to the Moon

The walker was walking at a walkerly pace
Hands stuffed in an oversized trench
Eyes bowed down – a mystery face
I watched them from the bench

The darkening sky sheltered our heads
The stars would be here soon
The walker suddenly halted their legs
And lifted their chin to the moon

She lifted her chin to the moon
In one perfect moment
both of us lifted
We lifted our chins to the moon

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