In the gathering darkness of evening, I watch the stars come out and wait for the moon to rise until finally I begin to nod off. Unable to keep my eyes open to view the moon, I go to the tent, turn down my sleeping bag cover and turn in, planning to awaken in the wee hours of the morning to see the full moon of Wesak.
Soon I forget
the river's song
in the moonrise
I listen again
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