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Poem: Receding Moon

08/01/2012 08:39PM ● Published by Denise Brown

Poem By Cynthia Anderson 

They say the moon is recedingbit by bit, like a person who needs to be elsewhere and wants to break it to you slowly, so slowlyyou don’t even notice.

You are blinded by that full light over the landscape, bright enough to see it all except the source, which is somewhere behind the ridgeline of the house.

The light creates expectation.You sense something will happen,a vision, a sign. You look for a totem, animal motion in the spotlight,but see nothing.

Still, the shimmering silencecalls you. You want to step inside it like stepping inside a photograph. All the colors are silver.You don’t ever want to leave.

There you stand, at the window, a chambered nautilusin a world of pearl,immersed in what you long for until the sun comes up.

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