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THE MOON IS MOVING

High above the subway
And the airplanes
It starts above the Bronx
And finishes in New Jersey
It goes behind the rooftops
As the bus goes down the avenue
It moves over the courtyard
And shines on you
As you dream of flying
It starts out pink
And ends up yellow
Every night there is less
Or more of it
Until it’s round like a clock
As when you turn to look
The second hand seems to stop
Just so the moon
The moon is moving