A brilliant moon wanders the spring city,
thick dew luminous among fragrant grasses.
I sit, longing. Empty, this window of gauze
torn and fluttering in crystalline radiance,
crystalline radiance where it ends like this:
torn more and more, a person growing old.
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The moon wandering the spring city…what an opening.
‘Torn more and more’ … Wow.
Glad you liked this one.
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Moon metaphor had me completely. 🙂
I’m glad it spoke to you.