GreAt PoeTRy of 5 NaTIonS
Monday, May 26, 2014
5407. REFLECTION
REFLECTION
The moon is rippled and reflected in the
puddle water at my feet. Out ahead of me,
I see it again, moving, as I walk. A synchronic
moment, a space in time, a darkness, a dream.
All of this is somehow moving with me.
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