the other side of where we are

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trees cradle the moon
like a pearl set in a pendant
against the fleshy breast of night.

holding hands, we rock
and murmur, i’m here, i’m here,
as the earth plays with her jewel,
rolls it in fingers of cloud
until it is on the other side
of where we are.

i close my eyes and see your face,
luminous,
the moon.

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