mr. moon

at the nape of twilight

the moon is glazing

itself in the distance.

in preparation for his

appearance, he gleans

himself several times

over; in anticipation

of us whom he graces.

with his wondrous presence,

bearing a white light;

corners in soft

emergence; dispersing

freckled reflections

amidst this night scape.

 

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