Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Monday, October 17, 2016

City, Stone, Moon

The young woman fled through city night to reach the ocean.
down at the water she pitched stones at a dull reflection
of the quarter moon.
She’d always wished for two moons:
One full while the other is sliced.

A car-strung highway hissed on the clifftop above,
headlights projecting writhing ghosts into a low bank of clouds.
She thought.
For every first dance, a last.
For each certainty, something not.
With one final chuck, she broke the moon in two. 

--Mitchell Hegman

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