Facing The Moon
Facing The Moon
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The Moon’s ear dangles memories of my mother
When I look into my daughter’s face
While she pretends to drink my coffee biting the ceramic rim of my cup
We pour in,
What fortune swirls for us today?
We are moving in phases like the many faces of the moon