Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I keep seeing the moon

emerge from a pouch
emerge from a pouch
emerge from a pouch
of gold fog. I describe it
of gold fog. I describe it
in my mind; sometimes / that’s enough. —Maggie Nelson
in my mind; sometimes / that’s enough.
—Maggie Nelson

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