UNDER-A-BLUE-MOON
You are in a deep hole
that is larger than a moon-crater.
A girl looks for a man.
A girl looks for a lover.
A man shall come, girl.
He will come later,
then your growing anxiety
shall, at last, be over.
And over the moon,
now no longer under,
your young-heart will be
no more torn assunder.
A man shall come, girl.
Later if not sooner.
You will not be blue
beneath the glowing lunar.
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