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high moon

the windmill retching

tastes of the earth

high moon

the city drains

uncorking their odours

high moon

another strawberry

Laurel‘s tongue

high moon

fireflies flirting over

our neighbour‘s pool

high moon

the whale‘s rise and crashes

in being alone

high moon

the bubbles of shampoo

in my children‘s hair

high moon

the pain winter holds

in mother‘s hands

high moon

in a forever

I will not see return

high moon

nearer our farmhouse

how the roof shine…shines

high moon

our teenager late…

the sudden phone off its head