December 10, 2011 24 Comments

Through the eclipse I was pondering

Forever incandescence, waxing & waning
Child's tenacity & poet's songs
Images of the woman inside, sitting & spinning

Peaceful at distance, still & yet not dull
and the disaster it creates when try to come closer to beloved earth.
Well some seas are always jealous.

A moon is a moon, is a moon

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