A translucent moon
hangs low
in the mid-morning sky
reminding me of the day
centuries ago
You died alone
and the sun turned to darkness
and that very same moon
to blood.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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