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Forget the Moon
Martin Cockroft (bio)

on the floors
            of warm houses, the hours

that sweep
            against our windows
            like rainwater.

Forget
             this too will pass, sun-
             tart morning

come. For now
            cicadas thrum, dark

planets, indifferent
            to your shoulder’s white.

 

 

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