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Chasing The Moon

When I was four,
I used to stand by the back-yard door
watching the lower part of the full moon
come to rest on our shed.
Inside among the coal was fool’s gold.
Above, something I would touch
when I was nine and had learn how to climb.

31 Dec 17

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