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Wrinkled Moon
Two crescent moons
rising, setting
bracket our lives
between then and now
Yesterday moon
rustled into
departed spring
as if it never was
We call today’s:
come back,
look can’t you see
don’t you
recognize us?
But you, crescent moon
sail away
between the clouds
your secret smile
not fooled at all
© Johnmichael Simon
2007
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