the moon,
when passing by,
became snarled in the overhanging branches of a tree.
I strove to free it
but, evading me,
it skillfully unspun the trap
and sailed away
beyond my grasp.
Taken from the 2004 issue of The Wire Harp.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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