Hung high in the sky May 14th a sliver of silver, my crescent lamp-- dropped her at the airport for an early flight, and tried to drive back under it and listen, but it followed ahead always there, nothing said, but the arc & the sky conversed a rosy lavender-- but simply to me, though welcome to all, meditations for me to prepare for the breakthrough of the more distinguished one - and luna said, it was coming presently
A Conversation with the Moon
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Apr