Moon - Nov. 4, 2024

Gary Hunter
Nov 24, 2024
1 min read

I don’t know gibbous

but I know crescent

I don’t know blue or blood red

but I know new and full

and I know rising

but not really setting

it usually fades too fast

before the mountain takes it

like a death that occurs

before the final breath

and there’s nothing left

to say goodbye to

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