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Tonight the summer solstice moon rises.
Low, clear over the pregnant fields that lie
Here beside us.
Yellow light in my baby daughter's eye
Awake, alive, asking that question - why?
Full-disc moon! Swollen with past sunset's light.
Don't carry your secrets to midnight blue.
I ask what right
You think some order has vested in you
To leave us, here below, without a clue.
Again and again you will go. Higher!
Lower! Dancing! While shifting seasons show
Me a liar.
Trying to explain what I cannot know
To an infant mind so eager to grow
Like the crops before me that now have caught
The breeze. A whispered answer offering
Much that I've sought:
We are both parts of a far greater thing
And knowing that lets the moon goddess sing.
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