Standing at the East End of a Patio Seeing a Mountain and a Moon – (Listen)

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I have no ears for moons
nor eyes for the snapping of limbs
against each other in the wind
these come to me piecemeal by different senses
to be assembled in a dark place
into a dream of moonlit-windy-night
where all up sides are glazed in silver
while underneath are shadows,
and shadows (forever) have no tongues
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by Jim Culleny
3/11/16
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