Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Island Shore in Winter

The moon is low over the water,
a crack into a white world.
Like snow, the light settles
onto the dark waves.
I think of how small
my piece of the world,
and yet here is the moon
sprinkling its offering
almost within reach.
If I threw a rock
I could jostle its pallid face.

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