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Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Poem Written While Standing at the Base of a Right Triangle Composed of Me, the Half Moon and the Setting Sun

We walked along the beach
Under a canopy of marbling clouds
The half moon 
Lay starboard side
I found myself nestled
In the base of a right triangle
Pinioned between the half moon
And the setting sun
Leaving no room for doubt
That daylight was nearly done 

Photo by M. Bridge

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