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Poem: Meniscus


old moon in the man
fading oxbow bending
waning slowly away
into dark nothing
coasting sun-ward
invisibly past

this dark moon awakens

arcing reformation
winking barely alive
sweet new curve
blossoming bright
concave helix
gathering smile
woman as new moon.

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