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Dear Carlos,
There are so many questions I wish to ask.
I will limit myself to one.
Is that acceptable?
My question is not the one above.
Tell me, Carlos, what is the moon?
It shines, and sometimes, I think it smiles.
Or perhaps it frowns.
I imagine it, watching me.
I hope it likes what it sees.
I hope many things.
Comparatively few are about the moon.
I would ask, dear Carlos, if you like what you see,
if you watch me.
But I have already stated my one question.
I will not be greedy.
One thing I hope is that you agree
that the moon is beautiful.
It seems to me
an incontrovertible fact.
The moon’s beauty is clear,
as is yours.
I must watch both from afar.
I do not like watching from afar,
but I am used to it.
Please do not mistake my curiosity
for lack of contentment.
It is merely curiosity.
And hope.
Tell me, Carlos, what is the moon?
Sincerely,
Cecil