24 12 07
This one, the snow moon, wakes me at night; full & high. By day full double arcing rushing rainbows one above the other; in the spaces between grey showers & grey clouds, scraps of bows here & there on & off to the east & now to the west & then south.
Waves of what is come together, coincide for a while & dissolve, in the sky as in the bay.
This one, the snow moon, wakes me at night; full & high. By day full double arcing rushing rainbows one above the other; in the spaces between grey showers & grey clouds, scraps of bows here & there on & off to the east & now to the west & then south.
Waves of what is come together, coincide for a while & dissolve, in the sky as in the bay.
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