Moonface
Did you see that golden moon
Last night, rising?
I think she thought she
Was the sun, or maybe
Its only the August heat
Absorbed in her fruited
Belly bowl.
She looks out over the gardens-
Pumpkins, tomatoes,
And feels proud.
Her children sleep with dew
On their ripe and rosy faces.
Summer moon over mountains,
Over water shining like the lake
Swallowed her whole.
Fishes wonder wide-eyed
And lovers lie full-lipped,
Sweet-hipped upon the banks.
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