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