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high moon
the old stone of Buddha
surrounded with Jasmine

high moon
unable to sleep
the crickets chirp

high moon
letters found seeming
our mother eloped

high moon
the wind-mill retching
tastes of the earth

high moon
the cruise ship berthed
in party lights

high moon
following the train
the bridge’s silence

high moon
the grandchild at the window
counting some stars

high moon
pulls at the driftwood
shared with the sea

high moon
falling through our windscreen
onto the next town

high moon
just under the sea
in a sway of kelp