Returned The Moon

I broke a wishbone

I threw a penny in the well

I wished upon a shooting star

I kept a rabbit’s foot in my pocket

I cherished the ladybug on my arm

I saved a four-leaf-clover in my wallet

I have a horseshoe above my entrance

I followed the color to the end of the rainbow

I lit up the sky

I counted the clouds

I wrote dozens of poems for you

I made a choice at the fork in the road

I named names

I asked for a refund

And I returned the moon

© 2025 David Greg Harth

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