Almost full already,
when only yesterday you were a cheshire grin
on the other side of the sky.
You are running away with the summer.
Was it something that I said or did?
I am sorry, whatever it was, I am so sorry.
Please don't run anymore,
I can't keep up.
We'll talk, ok?
Let's talk.
You are beautiful still,
even if you keep surprising me.
Tomorrow,
I will know what to expect,
I think!
Almost full moon, St. Augustine Beach, a little earlier than expected.