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by BOB GALLO Jan 5, 2022 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Each bow of silver bough pulling to the water is a mid-phase moon scattering her hair in the river. It is an hourglass that is going to turn, figuring out the paradigm of its portion, in a figure eight.
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