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moon
the serene, dead moon propels
even the tiniest wave of a memory
sending gigantic breakers
roaring against the shore,
her existence a mystery
to any pondering fish.
*
(and you, my love, also
cause tides)
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© 1966 / 16 March 2007, Sugarpie Rabbit
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end of a spring
© 1971, Sugarpie Rabbit
In the Face of Love: The Book of the Beloved
SPR © 14 February 2007, Sugarpie Rabbit
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