Blue Moon

He used to think, yes,

a blue moon is rare, every couple of years,

but it does occur, hence the saying.

He was young enough.

When it happens, yes,

you will be outside somewhere,

the lights not so bright you can’t

glance up and behold this auspicious event,

stare unblinking, believing, yes,

now is the moment

to turn around and

standing right behind you,

stunning you,

a riveting look of mutual recognition,

it’s love.

He would muse about the idea in years to come

on rare occasions,

recall it happening

not even once.

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