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Moon Lost

Clouds covering the smallest

Wedge of light.

Standing in the puddles looking

For the moon.

Gone from this world.

 

Nowhere to be found—looking up

And down, in front, behind,

To each side: lost!

 

Seeking it—longing for it

Bending in every direction

Falling to my knees

 

Moon comes up to greet me.


John Travis 2005