Tell her for me
she knows nothing
about moons
It’s waxing and gibbous,
there’s nothing more to be said
Chagall 2016
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Tell her for me
she knows nothing
about moons
It’s waxing and gibbous,
there’s nothing more to be said
Chagall 2016
At noon we’re closest
To the sun we spin
Moons wax gibbous
Somewhere
Tilts about axis
Our bearing is set
Inertia we’re free
Falling
Waning to darkness
Promising new light
Luminous crescents
Abound
Silence
We are near the edge
Balloons on ceilings
Bobbing
Chagall 2016