that acorn moon

The moon, it startles

each time I look

a gasp. a breath of

fresh air

a delight

an unexpected

surprise

again

that acorn disk

that wide

that flat

that round

glowing

glaring

beaming

thing.

It beckons

speaking of an eternity

halo’d in a glowing

rainbow-framed ring

a dragon shadow

dancing on its canvas

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