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high moon
the yacht sailing nowhere
from our mantelpiece

high moon
Laurel on her pillow
cradled by light

high moon
my selfie
of both our faces

high moon
the pull turtles feel
in their shells in the sand

high moon
in a forever
I won’t see return

high moon
our car tilting down
to the distant valley

high moon
the shape of streets
above the snow

high moon
the pain winter holds
in mother’s hands

high moon
the river gives tongue
to the mouth of the sea

high moon
the light of a white moth
flitting between gardens