in which I read the moon

book cast aside, gazing instead

at this clouded light and dappled

face staring down through the window

unmoving, solemn, thinned with hollow

cheeks and brow drawn back towards

the dark. i read moon with my own

metaphors. this is simply a solid rock face

travelling in tandem with time. but therein

grow words

 

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