Servant's Moon
The faint scent of skin and sex
Fades in the dark amid the golden leaves
About to fall.
The servant's moon,
A moon not full
Yet offering the light of fullness,
Floods the sky
And reveals a long luminous cloud bank,
A new snow-mountain range
Rising on horizon's edge,
As another world
Briefly touches here.
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