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entries for the contest Defining Poetry |
A Man Who Loves the Moon A man who loves the moon owns a heart yearning to be elsewhere. He smells like silver, tarnished a ghost orchid in rain. His dreams scatter and twitter like milkweed fluff. He knows the moon is a D para Dios if waxing and a C para Christos if waning. He cannot recall how it is you met, but always remembers how it is you stick together. |