Moon-tide is passed, long ago it would seem
but its only been eons ago.
Moon-crazy lady lie down.
All is swept up and done, now
the world’s fast asleep.
Crazy lady says, “Lie down, Moon!”
I remember nights that were once still before me,
mostly in summer, maybe spring.
Lazy lady-rivers fly down: moon crazy.
Lady lie down, haven’t seen you lately,
let’s await the next moon-tide meanwhile.
Chagall 2018
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