No Place For People (a poem, of sorts)

Marvin and I went to the moon in the early light

and I said: “I’m sorry we’re here
but this is the only way to get away from people.”

Without the roar of their engines, without the blaring of their
    Horns.
Without their noise and their talk, without their angry voices.
The way they did everything with one hand and nothing
    with the other.
And Marvin said: “This is good because this is not a place
    for people.”
But Marvin wasn’t there so I ignored his logic.

I opened my mouth to speak but it was too dark to see so
    I closed it again.
Lucky for me
The moon was too bright for anyone to see that I was crying.

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