The Other Half (of the Moon) & Other Poetry

the darker half
of the summer moon...
still finding ways
to let go
of what has been lost

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half moon...
the bitter pill
I swallow
when I talk
of the ex

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cupping my face
when I am in tears
you make me
more than half
of the moon

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stirring in more sugar
with these bitter tea leaves...
half moon

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the stillness
on this balmy night
as if cicada songs pause
to hear the deepest songs
of our broken hearts

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half moon...
what more is there to say
to fill in our silences?

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even with a half moon
I stop searching
for my other half

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the Big Dipper scooping up my tears this balmy night

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alone on the elevator
fresh morning whiff
of four distinct perfumes


(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course.)