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Tuesday, November 18, 2014


by Jim Bennett

over to the east  the moon is rising
full as a fruit bursting with light

burning through high cirrus clouds
its sunlight with a halo of ice

it is not be that way or any other
just because you say it is

tomorrow will not shine like a diamond
no matter how much you polish it

a stain is growing weeping further
down the wall   a grey ghost passing

I see nothing in your eyes now
sunglasses are so bright

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