Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Light of the Moon

 The luna moth is quite soundless.

I met it on a quiet journey.

It has a few days of luminous movement.

I stopped at a state park, the shining river that inspired a famous song.


Wherever I go, I am known. 

I don't know what tomorrow will look like.


You moved through many days of quiet beauty.

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