Moon

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Every night, the moon visits me
At my window, shining like a light bulb in my room.
I lie in my bed looking out and watching
How big and bright it is and how it peek-a-boos through
the dark clouds,
Like an eyelid opening and closing.
I don’t know why I’m so mesmerized,
But when I look away and look back, it’s gone,
Like saying goodnight.
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''Wanda Rodriguez was born in Puerto Rico and raised in Brooklyn. She studies at the New Lots Adult Learning Center with Literacy Adviser Nicolas Simon. She writes: “I am a single mother of two children who now serve in the military. I have a disability—multiple sclerosis—and I’m a cancer survivor. The time has come to make some of my dreams come true: returning to school, getting my high school diploma, and traveling the world.”