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Hunters' Moon

by Marcus Lane

Earth’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 © 2021 Marcus Lane

Member Comments on this Poem
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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