Moonbeams don’t live in vases

the  perpetually confused stalker 

listens 

through vases

somewhere outside

the door 

of an astronomy class 

and hopes

to cut moonbeams and stick them in a vase and call them love..

makes 

silly attempts to forge his mother’s signature

so as to finally be allowed

to take 

the  class where students learn how to dance with moonbeams

watches 

others pass…

while he

flunks 

both  love and 

astronomy  

every 

single 

time

~Love does not demand its own way~

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