At dusk, I watch the moon risefrom a tangle of bare branches. All those daytime emotionsballed up in a flocculent pocketunravel as I squint my eyes. Planets are at my fingertips; I weave them across the sky,create novel constellations,a loose knit of past and present. The future’s still a golden fleeceI have yet to find. […]
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