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humid tea and dry pines poetry
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Always
Always
The new moon
still pulls
without a face
or a body,
walking
across the dark.
So we wait
for celestial progress
and the light
to narrow our pupils,
remembering,
how to walk
in the dark.
-Robert L. Jackson III
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