A sliver moon settles over the South Fork
There’s one lonesome cloud that hangs
Between the moon and the big bank
The moon disappears into the lonesome cloud
Only to slowly re-emerge briefly
Before sinking behind the black arch
A fresh Spring breeze whispers straight from the West
As the moon sinks – it seems to rotate downwards
Sliver of Fire
A huge planet pulses in the West
Jupiter? – Saturn? -- it doesn’t matter
I take my long eyes off the moon
And zoom in The Wanderer
It pulses like an explosion
It looks like something
That blew up oh, so long ago
In The Beginning
Sliver of Fire – Sliver of Fire
©2004/duke larance
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