you will see

lights of planes circling the moon in the gathering evening dusk,
so many souls
on standby, fingering their creased tickets,
remembering what their bags looked like.

you will see
an open hand
holding so much more
when it's empty

trees and clouds obscuring the moon tonight
but it's still there,
in fact I am being obscured from the moon
and perhaps that is why
you can't see me anymore.

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