The full
moon tonight on the water,
Throws light in the entry hall…
The upstairs glitters like diamonds;
A discotheque with a mirrored ball.
My Boxer sits at the window,
Taking in this amazing glory…
I celebrate the dancing aura,
Awaiting next month’s different
story.
Winters use a different brush,
The moons fall as nights expire…
The sun rises over black water,
Painting my house and cove, on fire.
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