Fullbeard Lit

Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

Moon

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Moon, I have made up my mind, from where I stand
I can just jump into you
And so I will, catch me, Moon
Catch me.

The snow will pop in fluff around me
When I come out the other side
A pirouette and the Grace of us
Swimming through life’s harmonies
Still in the night.

You and me, Moon, I am ready.  Are you?
Let me pass, let me pass, let me pass.  

Now.

Pass.

2 Responses to “Moon”

  1. -Eugenia

    Amazing piece and I love the lines –
    “A pirouette and the Grace of us
    Swimming through life’s harmonies
    Still in the night.”
    Stay safe and healthy!

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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