Thursday, August 28, 2014
The Prediction Comments
Rating: ★5.0
That night the moon drifted over the pond,
turning the water to milk, and under
the boughs of the trees, the blue trees,
a young woman walked, and for an instant
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7/18/2025 5:06:59 PM # 1.0.0
a man in her room writing a poem, the moon drifting into it, a woman strolling under its trees, thinking of death, thinking of him thinking of her, and the wind rising and taking the moon and leaving the paper dark. a sense of mystery everywhere.. tony