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May 2014
Quiet echoes bring the night of cricket song and firefly
Masks of clouded abstract shades intercept
Foaming colors take the eye to moments of shadowed dreams
Crimson plumes beneath a starlit canopy
Cars, like low flying jets, unaware, stay within the highway lines
Footing soft on dry grass down paths not yet carved

A sphere, above mature pecan trees, appears as curtains lift
igniting the eastern sky in beaconed majesty
Slowly puzzle pieced mist clears and bursts of color,
rainbows of dark bands announce the arrival
as this evening’s lunar show begins amidst
heavy sighs and mesmerized smiles

Full in splendor, basking in myth,
the blue moon, distant yet touching the soul
for this night is shared, beyond horizon’d glare
and focused thoughts of two places, two hearts, one sky
Whispers follow beams of ancient descent, quietly finding her
hoping she will hear and know…for it is this moon that connects us
Jack
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Jack  San Antonio Texas
(San Antonio Texas)   
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