sidestepping puddle you again worm moon
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two tunnels in honey pear worm moon
full moon witnesses the race to the trash bin
evening thunder little one headbutts my nose
the night calls to the moth a shadow stirs
winter moth leads us into blinding lights
tongue to skin does it taste of spring?
this body deserves more
stern winter windsong
noon winds dim the space urging bodies to rest