Bright sliver of moon
in rosy sky at dusk
gleams sideways smile,
poised, waiting…
grinning confidently
as tired old sun
burns down slowly,
limps below dark edge
of corn rows’ silhouette stage.
Day’s number is done…
time for moonlight’s moves!
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a poem in my pocket 
Nov 21, 2014 @ 20:16:02
your poem does fit so well with MMT’s image! I admire these lines so much- “gleams sideways smile” and “limps below dark edge of corn rows’ silhouette stage”!
Nov 22, 2014 @ 13:11:02
I’m glad you liked it…thanks for commenting, Norma!