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Hunters' Moon
by Marcus LaneEarth’s still-born sister
Cast-away
Aborted
Your ghostly image
Pock-marked and pale
Follows
A haloed haunting
Forever drawn
By primitive
Family ties
Shy sibling
Nightly your clouded iris
Averts our gaze
But this evening
In wonderful dilation
You stoop low
To peer
In magnificent bloodshot beauty
At what might have been 02/27/2010 Posted on 02/27/2010
Copyright © 2024 Marcus Lane
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| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/27/10 at 09:09 PM The last half of this had me toasting sister moon with Jose' Quervo (sp?) Definitely got me tipsy while I was hunting the breathalyzer. Love it. |
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