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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Hanging Moon

by Richard Hartwell

One quick twist of the neck.
There it is. Hanging high
Amidst the branches of the
Eucalyptus trees. Moon glow
Through speckled leaf shadows
Sprinkled on the patio beneath
My feet. Me swinging slowly
Back and forth; night time,
Outside with the dead again

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