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Moon-Moved

Posted on December 31st, 2005 by Shewolf

The landscape is full of women
Tattered dresses fluttering
At the hem of errors
Blossoms, nodding the dry heads
After the balls we have attended
Wine stains and gravy
Spotting the silks
Once we were young. Once.

No longer do the seeds drop
To fertile ground. Our feet
Are blood rust.
But, Lord, do we tower. We tower.

But, Lord don’t we reach. Reach
For sun and moon and stars
Things we had no time to notice then
When we were too close too earth
And Father Sun was out of reach
Because of the shadowing mother’s skirts.

Our new greening welcomes the sky
And the touch of the moon moves us.

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