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Friday, June 25, 2010

A slip of the moon

hangs over my house.
I stand alone
beneath the bright moonshine.

Raising my cup,
I entice the moon;
her reflection of you and me
makes us three.

The moon knows
you are far away
yet near to me.


June, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst