so tired i close my eyes briefly
turn away from my mother
for the bigger brighter moon
night
this pang
cambered
road banked
no shoulder
high dizzy
inked sky thickbrandied
cinders
slide away
under my steps
i turn away from my mother for
hunter’s
moon buck moon full
cold moon
in silence i turn back
to follow mama corona
she is gone
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