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The Sea Contemplates the Moon
There is no space between
where your silver rim ends
and where the sky starts. It's almost as if
you're pulling the whole black mass of him
toward you. Up there
you are locked in an embrace,
his wispy clouds brushing against you
in a gentle caress.
Down here your reflection
is a lake of light
stroked by the ripples of my hopes.
-redrudderhouse
