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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