Walking home in early evening,
sky growing dark, cloudless,
with a slight haze - moisture? -
or mild urban smog?
Perhaps both.
Full moon just rising over the roof tops.
Bright, like a spotlight straight on to the stage.
Big. Present. Seeming to loom closer,
more impressive than normal.
But its strutting just illusion.
Fraud,
a false pretense.
Not larger than life, just magnified by
the scatter of light in the atmospheric haze.
The ordinary made extraordinary by
a bit of trickery.
Like the Wizard of Oz.
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