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Low Moon (a poem)

Created on Feb 01 2013
I suddenly saw the moon tonight,
three quarters of a monumental orange
hanging low on the horizon.
It appeared so close
that I fancied it was falling to Earth.
I was listening to
(This Is How You Sing) Amazing Grace by Low
and I thought, yes, this is it, amazing grace.
Not because of a god.
Millions of years of evolution
have given you a pair of good eyes.
And our sattelite plays a trick on them tonight.
niluferplum