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Comments about James Catt
" there are somethings that can't be helped."
"I know '' she said
She faced the window, her back was tense with an anger
she couldn't face
The moon was a yellow fish hook in the sky.
I felt somehow justified
It was all so tangible, so real,
The window, the yellow moon.
An unspoken anger
casts an inky shadow over me.
My mind does a sudden leap,
folds in on its self.
I am alone with the moon.