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Moon Fall

By Janet Childs

Against naked, bright branch

and bowl of lilac sky

The crescent appeared

a curve of luminous river

Rising again in soft wind's arms

aching and beckoning for night

Cradling vulnerable songs

at bay

Witnessing this whispered secret

A confidence held between

trunk and earth

the loaming time

Caught in between

this first step of stars

Awakening, lifting

forward, spreading

this silver filament

of tears

across cheek of this horizon


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