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Which Moon

Which Moon


r.douglas
r.douglas
Which Moon

I can tell I’m feeling
downright jaunty
‘cause I didn’t take
that now obligatory,
three in the P.M.
Covid snooze

but bad news
to come-
sure
and soon-
as the sun sets
signaling

another early evening
of a harvest moon descending
with revolving grift, grieving
and high wire deceiving

Our die cast
via
broadcast receiving
Mother Earth’s
adopted
satellites



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  • Ann Coleman
    Ann Coleman

    That was very good! It is hard to feel hopeful these days.

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    • r.douglas
      r.douglas

      Thanks, Ann

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