Moon happened to listen
as I tried to organize my consciousness
while the wind danced
like a whirling dervish
beneath the aleppo pine
Yesterday was like a movie
without end
bits of information
scattering across space-time
then there was love
like a gathering,
making shape out of chaos
into something like a moonstone,
secret and delicate
peach and blue-grey
-Nancy Pontius
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