HARVESTING MOONLIGHT
Pixel colors whisper,
soft hum of trails diminishing.
Lumbering, tales sweaty
from slumber sweep
crumbling crusts, twigs
and dust,
unencumber
twinkling.
Luscious Moon,
brilliant, rises
like a sacred flower
unbinds, radiates,
smiles
indulgence.
Celestial song,
deep-breath effulgence,
lofty spirit. All we
who hear it open our wings.
This night we fly over
poignant fields of work requited,
imbibe euphorious
mystery of peace. Labor’s release,
rewards of harvest,
ritual feast of play.
Uproarious dance with
moonlight; voice, arms, soar
in embrace so strong,
complete.
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