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by Charles Carreon
The turning of the
earth weaves
A rhythm of light and dark
Across the face of the sea.
The contrapuntal
moon
Roils the surface of the deep,
Pressing the waves deeper inland.
More water
Everywhere, falling from the sky
Oozing from the earth,
Dripping from the leaves.
It is a reunion,
And the moon is once again
Rolling with clouds in silver,
Naked in rain-washed skies.
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