another half moon with a hard edge
there's just enough light to get around
there's a precious circle in there but you
still need the lamp to find shit in leaves
soon full will feel like almost too much
a self-parody getting pretty old
we project our nature on that thing
it's deader than you or me but there it is
you are a tiny horse tonight whereas once
it was clickety-clickety clickety-clickety now
it's a click and a clack a click and a clack clack
you stop and stand to act as weather redactor
For my Lala,
by Jan
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