No full-moon tonight
Little crescent object
I leaped up
To sit a while
Reclining, my hands
behind my head
I studied total
insanity
After, I dropped down
to Lucille on the sofa
Toppled pistachios
into a bowl of shells
Mixed them through
Downside up
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