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LUNACY
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Like
a roving planetoid that might have hit us
but
stopped in its tracks, for reasons best known
to
itself, or to weird physics, the moon
is
hanging on guard up there, as always,
doing
its rounds, a dogged observer.
We
are watchers watched. It
makes us safe,
a
paper lamp swathing country after country,
like
a quiet goddess putting her children to sleep.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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