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Sep 2021
harvest moon
hidden in the black oaks
on the hill crest
over the ridge-
pieces of a full moon
through the black oaks
reap that we may sow
that we may reap
that we may sow
over and around
the harvest moon comes again
watching us in deep equinox slumber
light to tend our dreamed beds
BB Tyler
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