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oh lovely moon
red and bountiful, swollen and magical
a long night watched by teenagers chatting on a front wall
mothers round-mouthed staring
dogs entranced and slow-pawed
reluctant to come inside
a late night stay-up of a flirtatious, cloud-peeping semi-veiled and then proudly out moon
our earth sandwiched between her and her beacon, the sun
our shadow straying like a mantilla across her face
slow and teasing, taunting
the imagination moon
a sliver scimitar then sings with light
till she is gone
love to all you moonstruck moomintrolls
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