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Morning's Moon
I try to understand but do not know
what science explains: physics
or optics or geometrics or plain old
straight-line-is-the-shortest-difference.
Moon’s crescent bowl holds pure
white milk, defeating gravity’s pull
that levels water, that lets me
understand emotional truth of balance.
I wonder how the sun can pasteurize
the moon since I can’t see the sun.
Li...
Friday 21st November 2014 7:34 pm
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