Moon Glance

She looked out from her floating boat of a cocoon

Down through the black mist to the shimmering shapes

And curves of her symbiotic friend, far away below the seas

Of space, too far to make sense of all that noise of war and earthquakes and the poor. The mist

Came down in the northern sky, a curtain of silence

As she sailed on, and on, to another world.

 

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