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after cummings and a moon

 

Isn’t it just

A moon?

Varyly big

Is only in sky

Behind the

Glowing and

Unlit clouds

It moves

Through

And all

The color

Now of

Darkest

Blue

On edges

White lined

Seems to,

Little by

Very little

Move.

It is a wish

Unwished

And pulled

From the

Candled now

Of sky

And I have

Given it to

You

And you

Have given

It its name:

A full

And round

And lovely

Moon.

rabbiting

 

Spring and our bellies

Are cold for hunting

Hare

 

Through vines

Of Tangled

Valleys,

 

The rabbit moves in.

 

Then,

 

I push the arrow through

And the rabbit is

Eaten

 

By motion.

 

I moved. “Cummings…

The hare moves

Again.”

 

“…”