Blue Moon

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I saw it when I left: the patio was slippery and wet the shrubs untidy overgrown; the flight of stairs clattered my cold and quick footsteps; clattered the darkness of the night; clattered my freezing pulse trembling in the Hand clasping my tortured breast where is the light? what happened to the midnight strolls the whispers in nocturnal bliss the safe togetherness the dreamless rest? why this tormenting final stray ... this shiverings of sleepless mist? this moon away of our moonlit bay? myra... Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 05:00 AM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 18 • 1

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