Moon bit
John Clare Stokes
Again I'm sitting out beneath the new sliver
Of a moon sinking
I'm not too all knowing
So it's not too certain if you passed
Across my thoughts
Some of you did
Your impression is as acid bitten
Upon the intaglio zinc plate
Others erased number two pencil
Marks faint but there
As the month ensues
The moon grows larger and later
In its setting
I'll be forgetting
The moment you flashed before
My mind
And you
You shall be so bright I will wear
Sunglasses by night.
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