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Britt Swann
Poems
Aug 2018
"Who Hung the Moon?"
The nights I have gazed
to the black shore and back
the stars, themselves, appraised
the worth of the black.
To sail solar flares
and to ride without wings
among the sparkling heirs
we are mere fledgelings.
How errant I am
to seek cloudy castles.
Across dark skies I swam
to meet the battles,
Only to be late
with my compass at hand.
It was clearly a stalemate
upon the land.
What Man in the Moonβ
What Spirit of the Nightβ
Could make a cricket croon?
Or claim the starlight?
So shall I never
know who hung the moon up
'til sweet death endeavors
or until sunup.
The willowy wind
sends my thoughts to the sky;
And the Moon simply grins
from his perch up high.
Who hung the moon?
Who hung the moon?
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