Full Moon...

 

A full moon is swallowed

into the gray night sky,

riding down the mountain

past a naked ridge -

flying by - all black.

Thin arms reach out

to the dark high sea

of stars, as fishes, swimming

while life exquisite passes

in front of me.

                                                J.E. Dorsey 05.30.99 – Rev. 10.31.10 - Week #22
                                               "Dorsey's Violin House - 52 Weeks"

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