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high moon
right where the lake is
a snow-topped mountain

high moon
still shadows
until an apple fell

high moon
the old stone of Buddha
surrounded with Jasmine

high moon
unable to sleep
the crickets chirp

high moon
letters found seeming
our mother eloped

high moon
the wind-mill retching
tastes of the earth

high moon
the cruise ship berthed
in party lights

high moon
following the train
the bridge’s silence

high moon
the grandchild at the window
counting some stars

high moon
pulls at the driftwood
shared with the sea