The shadow falls so clean and clear

across the moon.
I rose in dark to see it,
but though I fancy myself a woman of science who loves the mathematical dance, the clockwork, the beauty of the shadow moving on its appointed rounds…

Still I found myself cheering for the moon
to emerge, whole and stronger,
clean and shining,
from the dark.

And weeping, of course.

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