BATTLEMENTS
Here, having settled down in the
high grass now, for the night, I
can clearly see the open skies.
It is warm here, the air is nice.
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Way over, from the left, I've been
watching the rise of a fourth-day
full, moon-waning, changing its
being, however you would have
it. Nothing lethal, like a cosmos
on fire, just instead a calming
late night's light.
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It moves so slowly, from left to
right. When I awake, yes, it will
be gone. But much later tonight,
as I gaze up from these gentle
grasses, it shall have moved, far
far, to the dark sky's other side.
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