Moon

This planet was shaped
out of memories and clay
by a grandmother’s hands.
The glinting moon
was carved in the sky
by the hands of cherry trees.
We have every shape.
We have no borders.
We are eternal
as the moon.

 

http://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/06/18/we-wordle-20/

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