Reading by the moon

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A swish of a tail
and a trail of sherbert stars
lifts from your palms;

moon-wings, robins and bees
play on glitter streams
woven into the dark —

you dust our thoughts,
sweetening the forest
with pastel paws and pumpkins. 


For Laura Ellen Anderson 
LJ Ireton, 2026


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