Night Out

The moon that rises in the east,
Hanging over the dormitory roof
Like a lost balloon, wears dusk
For evening dress.
October leaves would have it
Hidden, but November wind
Has stripped the trees,
Revealing this full-faced
Orb amidst a dissolving sky.
Or not dissolving, but absorbing,
Enveloping, as when hours
Later after a long day,
You appear before me,
Clean and freshly polished,
All in black; your face
Filling the night
With a promising glow.

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