Poem # 7

Blue Moon

Two moons full in that July

Night sky shwe-shwes in the beyond

Silvered beads sing the crescent, wax the rounding

365 moons in all their phases

Change ringing with certainty

The sea answers the pulling call

Secret record, subtly stitched

Extraordinary orbit of ordinary reassurance

Blue moon

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