Full Moon

Full moon rising

On a low horizon

Casting light over nocturnal fields

Contour plowed and quiet

But for the night creatures

Unaccustomed to its glow

Dark eyes, moonbeam gaze

An indirect luminescence

Looking into my mind and soul

Or am I shrewd enough

To keep them hidden, these ethereal possessions

As the day fallen into senescence

11-5-17

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