The only moon I see tonight
is hidden behind tall
bricks of clay.
The air flows like
turqoiuse water of fiji,
like the moon
it fades from my sight
but it watches over me like a dream.
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The moon enters
the water
fills it with
ink
the earth waits
The moon
The moon sits
white in the sky,
like a stain on
a green table cloth
like the lace of a Ghanaian bride,
Like a fire
burning.
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