Pagan Moon
Pagan moon,
solid rock, hanging
low in the eastern sky,
southern curve
cleanly slices
through the
silk of night.
But north
of the winking eye
a bite gone
from the lunar pie!
Was it blown away
by some
stiff
solar wind?
or just a snack
eaten by a
famished,
smackin'
dragon?
poem by Steven Federle
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