It’s just a short poem with a simple A-A-B-B rhyme scheme.
The moon, with long, tenuous fingers, perpetually dripping down into puddles of silver stars.
The moon, with a florescent outline, crescent, half, full and new, shines down upon the many cars.
The moon, with a faint smile painted on it’s face till it combusts with jealousy and tries to expunge the sun.
The moon, with craters and pore-like marks, revolving around us, a center of wonder to which we run.
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I really like how you used vocabulary words
I like the imagery you used in this poem. It made me think and imagine. Thanks for sharing.