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pilgrim moon


by Gary Percesepe


the moon

is dead tonight


it stares

blankly from


its one good eye

not a breath

 

of wind ruffles its

silent surface


suspended

over my startled


power lines

like a silver

 

ship entering

harbor


pilgrim moon

are you as


lonely as me?

pour your buckets

 

of silence up and

down the long


avenue of trees

shelter stars


in your light

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