Open to Interpretation

The moon
So bright and yet cold and dark
Yet comforting
A visual addiction
Thick and powdery;
Uncut cocaine hanging limply in the sky
All open to interpretation
One man’s garbage
Is another man’s food
One woman’s lover
Is another woman’s stalker
Another night is scared away by the dawn
The moon hides in the shadows
For some the day is just beginning
For some it’s just ended
It’s all open to interpretation

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