Tagged: wayward
sometimes the moon
sometimes the moon
disappears for weeks
at a time, caught
between wayward
reflections, a controlled
amnesiac. even then,
between shades
of her more
notable phases,
we remain
connected, rubbing
off on contact
.
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there is a compass
there is a compass
recalibrating within
every storm-tossed hat
a needle to point northward
a strong hand to guide it home
.
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