06.04.2020
low moon
fat
as if she had crept closer to get a better look
turns even the most irreligious
to thoughts of gods and witchcraft
on this, the strangest of nights
in the strangest of years
when we gather up good wishes for our enemies
and pray for their return to strength.
oh moon,
your bright face aghast,
do you cry
for our misfortune?
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