Friday, December 4, 2020

poem 33

by dog e relaford

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the moon in the sky
winks its blind eye
the ground shakes
and won’t give me a break

whither goest though, o moon
whither goest thou
i would like to sail the heavens
but do not know how

whither goest thou, o moon
whither goest i
i would weep for all lost souls
but my eye is dry

a woman in a window
at the end of the lane
i saw her twenty years ago
but never again

whither the woman in the window
whither the leaves on the trees
lost in the white years
lost in the blue breeze

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