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Trick Moon
(original text by Marshall Weber)
It was night in the farmlands
deer)
where I couldn't tell the difference between the fireflies
and the transcontinental jets.
All strobing in front of the milky way, yet.
(green)(train)
The red moon rising and sliding between the trees
(cheese)
was eye level standing to me,
coming through the trees closer,
(city)
just a hundred yards away on the rim of the eastern horizon,
(scape)
glowing blinking through the trees,
tricking me and scaring me,
my arm rising to touch it;
(child)
funny lantern moon.
I love that sister.
(mother)
And then the low mist floated in pungent with mint
(silo)
hovering halfway up the stalks of the corn and weeds
then slowly drifting back and forth,
advancing and retreating towards me
(a barn)
;but never coming closer than an acre.
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