Is It Your Moon - Poem by James McLain
Is it your moon on the beach
looking up from the sea where the wind
and the waves come inside?
The ring around it, that keeps him inside,
below what you feel,
when you feel what you feel.
How does it feel.
When the moon like that, when it is?
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