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From Two Windows
At dusk
a pink moon
low over the sheds
in a cold clear sky -
ice blue, yet light
hiding stars
a leaf fall
the pond water stills
but does not freeze
Much later
that same moon
lights my bedroom
in the cold night air -
velvet black, the sky
glints stars
an owl flash
my blood chills
but does not freeze
Thursday 22nd November 2018 10:49 am
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